MarcellusThe house was actually quiet for once.Clarissa was in the living room with a glass of wine and a stack of bridal magazines. She had been looking at them for weeks. The pages were already dog eared and marked with sticky notes and her laptop was open to a wedding planning website. She had pinned dresses and flowers and centerpieces. She had literally made them into spreadsheets.I stood in the doorway watching her silently. She did not notice me at first because she was too focused on a picture of a cake. Three tiers...white frosting...roses made of sugar.I walked into the room and sat down on the couch beside her."Hey," I said."Hey yourself." She looked up and smiled. "I was just looking at cakes. Do you think we should do chocolate or vanilla?""Both.""Both?""Half and half. That way everyone is happy."She laughed and wrote something down on a piece of paper. "That is actually a good idea. See, this is why I am marrying you."I put my arm around her and she leaned int
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