Chapter Fifty-Three

Corbin

Groom planning is a weird phrase, because nobody raises boys to imagine themselves calling venues and comparing package options, but here I’m at the shop between appointments with a notebook open like I’m auditioning for domestic life.

Griff leans over my shoulder and reads what I wrote, then makes a noise like he’s choking. “Did you just write ‘lakeside ceremony options,’” he asks, disgu