You’re cordially invited to the wedding of Oliver Price and Izzy McCall…
That’s how my wedding invitations should have started. I should know, I’ve had my wedding planned since I was ten.
I should’ve been wearing a designer tuxedo, not a tuxedo t-shirt.
The wedding should’ve been in a church with family and friends, not in a 1960’s style chapel with Elvis as the officiant.
It’s nothing I ever imagined.
Except the girl. She’s the only thing about this accidental marriage that is exactly right. Even if we’re complete opposites.
I’m glass-half-full and crazy colored socks. She’s glass-half-empty and power suits.
I love love. She thinks it doesn’t exist.
I want to stay married. She wants a divorce.
A problem for all newlyweds, right?
From the moment I met Izzy, I knew she was the only one I’d ever need.
Now I just need to convince my wife that I’m the one for her.