and Noah's insane proposal was a dull throb b
rs," Noah had dubbed it over a very earl
," I'd
efficiency usually reserved for ER
. Tucked in the back, I found it: a delicate, bohemian-style lace dress, with long bell sleeves and a simp
from his perch on a velvet pouf, looking sur
the
small winery. Intimate. Classy.
ents have friends who own a little vineyard. Called 'Ser
close aunts and uncles who wouldn't ask too many questions.
ah called his mom, and I called mine, expectin
mom had gushed. "We always knew you and
action, already discussing what she'd
ers," Noah said, hanging up, looking slightly d
guess," I said. "One wedding,
istic habit I couldn't quite break – I saw Olivia's la
n the center, was a picture of a Napa winery. Not just any winery. It looked suspiciously like the one Jack had on
ing about it w
t still had the power t
owed
, then. We'd better make sure Se
e venue Jack and I are looking at! It's this stunning place in Napa, you'd die
e was particu
king our tasting appointment at Se
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