I can’t take wedding photos with you tomorrow.”
My eyes flicked to the calendar where “PHOTOSHOOT” glared under tomorrow’s date.
I had no idea why Dominic wanted to cancel. Honestly, I didn’t want to get married anyway. Even if Dominic hadn’t said anything, I would have found an excuse to call it off. His suggestion was a huge relief.
I nodded. “Okay, I’ll call the photographer and cancel it.”
The words were barely out when Dominic’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected such a quick, easy agreement.
He’d probably anticipated questions, a whole interrogation.
After all, I’d meticulously planned every detail of the wedding, spending ages researching.
Even the photographer for the shoot was a pricey last-minute addition, secured only after I’d significantly increased the fee to jump the queue. He’d expected a fight.
Instead, I was calm.
