You and Paige had months until the wedding. You’ve never been more stressed out. You spent most of your time planning the wedding. When Paige wasn’t playing basketball or doing publicity things, she was complaining about your overattention to the wedding topic. She obviously didn’t think it was as big of a deal as maybe you did. One night you were in bed. She brushes hair away behind your ear and kisses the side of your head. “It’s late” she whispers against your hair.