Jack hesitated. It didn’t sound very wedding-y, but maybe if they went for some of the more elegant types of pasta …
“I think that might work.” The artist gave a weak chuckle. “Katelynn would probably like it, but I really shouldn’t be making those kind of plans without talking to her.” He hesitated. “Maybe the three of us could meet again, sometime?”
Harrison would much rather wedding plan with Katelynn without Jack there thank-you-very-much, but he shrugs and says, “Sure. I did tell her I would do anything in my power to be helpful. Have you two picked attendants yet? I never mind dress shopping.”
“Well, Katelynn’s told me she’d like her friend Six to walk her down the aisle. And I don’t have many male friends, but I wouldn’t mind having Bernard Jones as my best man. Beyond that, we’re still deciding."
Jack finished his hot chocolate, and nudged the mug away. "I really do appreciate all your help, Mr. Drake. Katelynn and I don’t have any real experience planning parties, and neither does anyone in our families. We’re glad for any and all advice."
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