“Now we’re done eating. How about I get out all the stuff I have planned for your wedding, and we go through it? There’s a ton you still need to agree to and oversee. Arrick’s been great at responding… When you won’t!.. But I need your input.” Leila blinks at me across the dinner table as the twins high tail it after their father for the TV room, squealing like crazy because he promised them a transformers movie marathon and popcorn. Leila seems glad to have her two hurricanes ...