Page 75 of Bronson

She does so love to bring others joy.

The total comes to more than I spent on my first car. Paige has plenty to cover it. She hands her card over to the salesclerk with a little smirk that makes me think we might have to have a little chat about manners.

Days turns to weeks, time flying by as it seems to do when you’re in love.

We are only one day from the wedding. We have the clothes. The venues. The food and drinks for the rehearsal dinner are taken care of. The church is booked. The hall at the home is already decorated for the first reception. The caterers are prepared with their menu of soft, bland food and heaps of buttercream cake for the party at the home. The private rooftop Bachman reception is planned to a tee.

Things have gone smoothly.

But I’m afraid we’ve hit a little bump in the road.

I’d heard about women becoming difficult before their weddings. Carter filled me in, telling me Sasha was incredibly obstinate since the moment of their engagement (news for Carter: Sasha has always been obstinate).

I just never thought it would happen with my sweet, sweet little Paige.

I was wrong.

It turns out that even Paige can become a Bridezilla before the wedding.

Thank God I have Mary to talk to. She tells me this behavior is perfectly normal. And that I just need to be patient with Paige.

And for goodness’ sake, don’t spank her for it!

But every Bachman man has his limits. Mine just happen to be tighter than most.

And Paige is about to cross my line. Tonight is our rehearsal dinner. Only twenty-four hours to make it to our wedding without taking her sassy ass over my knee.

I think to myself, I can make it. I’m heeding Mary’s advice.

Then, I remember Paige’s change in demeanor and my palm slaps against my thigh.

It’s my wedding. I want it my way.

Those Bachman men have another think coming if they really think they’ll be decorating our getaway car.

Don’t even think of wearing a tux you already own. It has to be new.

I don’t even recognize my little bride sometimes.

I want my sweet Paige back. There is only one way I know of for that to happen. My hand to her ass.

But Mary has advised, no.

Surely, I can make it one more day. Then, we’ll be married. The pressure of planning the perfect wedding will be behind her and things will go back to normal.

I’ll have my sweet Paige back.

And our souls will be tied to one another for eternity.

She’ll officially be a Bachman.

I can’t wait to give her my name.

Only twenty-four more hours.

Let’s just hope I can keep my promise to Mary.

But everyone knows this about me: I cannot tolerate brattiness.