“I’m fine with the last one,” I replied quickly.
He frowned. “I wasn’t saying you can’t try another one. Go look around. Take your time.”
I shook my head. “No need. I’m good with this one.”
We wouldn’t be having a real wedding, anyway. Why waste anymore time?
He tossed his tie at me, his eyes cold. “You’re still mad because I didn’t meet your parents? You’ve been giving me attitude ever since. Seriously, is it necessary?”
“You should be grateful I’m here today at all. What more do you want?”
I tried to keep my expression neutral, to stop my brows from furrowing, wanting to tell him it was fine—that none of this mattered anymore. But then I thought about my father, about the little time he had left, and I took a steadying breath.
“Don’t worry about meeting my family. Let’s move the wedding up. How about three days from now?” If we did that, I could leave as soon as possible and be with my dad.
He let out a mocking laugh, seemingly enjoying the challenge. “Fine, if that’s what you want. But don’t expect anything fancy!”
“Alright.”
“We’ll do it at my place. You know my parents aren’t exactly thrilled about you. And your parents? Better if they don’t come.”
“Fine by me.”