Meg Cabot Royal Wedding -

Michael kissed my forehead. “That’s my girl.”

“My dad?” Michael set down his fork. “He lives in Ohio. He sells used tractors. He thinks ‘Genovia’ is a brand of olive oil.” meg cabot royal wedding

And then there was the issue of him .

I didn’t hear the rest. I was too busy marrying the love of my life—tiara optional, peonies mandatory, and happily ever after guaranteed. Michael kissed my forehead

“It’s my great-grandmother’s wedding dress,” I said, clutching the vintage lace to my chest. “It’s sentimental.” He sells used tractors

Helga blinked. Then, for the first time in her career, she wrote something down without arguing.

Michael rubbed his temples. “Last time my dad wore a tie, it was to a tractor pull. He’ll show up in a flannel shirt and boots.”