James noticed Elsa just forking her food, but not really eating it. James ordered her a large spinach salad—which of course she thought was utterly disgusting—but pretended to eat it anyway. James cocked his head to the side. "You're so quiet tonight? Having pre-wedding day butterflies?" Elsa wasn't really listening. She’d gotten so used to only listening to half of what James said, because the other half of what he was saying was usually something about her weight. "James..." Elsa uttered, looking up from her plate. "Why did you want to marry me?" James inhaled deeply, not really understanding the meaning behind the question. "Well, you're smart. You own your own business, you're nice and you're a work in progress..." James rattled on. Elsa squinted not sure if he was insulting her or paying her a compliment... "Look, it's normal to question whether or not you truly want this on the night before the wedding" James said with his Hollywood toothy smile. "It's okay. Just ignore all of those doubts, and we'll soon be husband and wife honeymooning in the Caymans." "So, you're not embarrassed by the fact that you work in finance and I work in a bakery?" James shrugged raking back his perfectly gelled hair.
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