Rose POV

“Ugh! I don’t care what kind of chairs our guests are sitting on!” I yelled.

Cayden stared at me with wide eyes. He was surprised by my sudden outburst. We were sitting at the dinner table going over final decisions for our wedding. Open white Chinese containers surrounded us and we both had a red glass of wine before us. Smooth calming jazz music was playing through the speakers on the ceiling.

I should be ...