Page 157 of Love Unscripted
Aaron’s expression softened. “You did?”
She nodded. “I don’t know if they’ll repent. But they listened.”
Aaron leaned across the table and took her hand in his. “I’m proud of you.”
She squeezed his hand. “I kept thinking about Esther.”
“How so?”
“She risked everything to do what was right.”
Aaron smiled. “And now you’re preaching sermons in your living room.”
She laughed softly. “Don’t exaggerate.”
“I’m not. That’s exactly what it was.”
For a moment neither of them spoke. The quiet hum of the fountain in the restaurant wrapped around them, comfortable and unhurried.
Then Aaron said casually, “So… wedding logistics.”
Camille pulled back and shook her head. “Didn’t we discuss the wedding three days ago? I thought the groom left all the planning to the bride and just showed up.”
Aaron grinned. “I’m not your typical groom. I have a director’s brain. I like things organized.”
She laughed.
They paused for a moment when the waiter rejoined them to placed down their entrée’s: classic shrimp scampi for her; baked ziti with ground beef sauce for him.
“Alright, Mr. Organized. What is the topic for today?”
Aaron pierced his pasta and took a few bites before he began.
“Well,” he said thoughtfully, “we need to decide how many guests we are inviting.”
She grinned. “That would be important information. I was thinking that if we’re going to have the wedding at your church and the reception at your house, we need to consider how many people both venues can seat. Then we—”
“So youhavebeen giving this some thought.”
“You had any doubt?”
He laughed. “You had me going for a moment there.”
He took a sip of his wine. “Well, I think the church can seat around two hundred people comfortably, but I’ll verify that with Pastor Gerald. My house should be able to accommodate about the same number once we bring in the tent and seating. The wedding planner and rental company will confirm.”
Camille reached for her phone, already opening the notes app.
“I don’t want the wedding to be too big, though. My immediate family is small, and my extended family from the Carlucci and Santos sides are scattered across the U.S. I may be able to muster about fifty people including friends and family.”
She looked at him. “How about you?”
Aaron exhaled slowly. “I’ve got to tell you… my family is huge. And we’re pretty close.”
He began counting on his fingers. “My mother’s side I’ve got my aunt Barbara in England and her family. Then there’s my aunt, Ronalda in Chicago and her crew. On my father’s side there are my uncles and their families, then great uncles and aunts and dozens of cousins.”
He laughed.
“And that’s before we even get to my friends—from school, college, football, the industry.”
