Saying I Do {Interracial Curvy Romance}

Between Calm Seas and Storms

Matthew

I lean back on Jax's leather couch, my legs stretched out, phone pressed to my ear as I listen to Daphne's cheerful yet professional voice rambling about florals and lighting. Jax's apartment in Punta Gorda is quiet, apart from the occasional crash of the oceans nearby. I'm grateful to be here for a bit of peace, especially since Tabitha stormed off to her mom's place yesterday after our last argument. I needed the break, needed to clear my head.

"So, Matthew," Daphne continues, drawing me back to the conversation. "We've narrowed down three venue options for you and Tabitha. All sleek, modern, and perfect for the vibe you both want. I think the waterfront venue on Boca Grande is the most ideal. It's stunning—pink sunsets, sleek black and silver accents, and plenty of space for your guests. Very on-brand for Tabitha."

"Sounds great," I say, keeping my voice even. I already know whatever Daphne picks is going to be just fine. She's excellent at what she does, even if Tabitha can be... demanding. "But what about the catering?"

"We're meeting with the caterers tomorrow afternoon, remember? I know Tabitha has specific tastes, so I want to make sure she's involved in the selection process. Is she still staying with her mom?"

I forgot about the fact Daphne called me last night when Jax and I returned to his apartment Tabitha and I are meeting with the caterers the day after tomorrow. I rub my forehead, feeling the familiar tension creep in. "Yeah, she is. But she'll be back soon. I'll make sure she's at the tasting tomorrow."

There's a slight pause on Daphne's end, her voice softening. "I'm sure everything will work out. Just stay patient with her, Matthew. Planning a wedding can be stressful. Especially when you're marrying a TV personality," she adds with a light laugh.

I chuckle, though it feels forced. "Yeah, stressful is an understatement. But we'll figure it out."

"Okay, good. I'll email you the details about tomorrow, and we'll finalize the venue choice later this week. Talk to you soon, Matthew."

"Thanks, Daphne. You're a lifesaver."

As soon as I hang up, the phone rings again. My heart sinks a little when I see the caller ID: Tabitha. I brace myself, knowing this conversation is going to be anything but easy.

"Hey," I answer, my voice cautious.

"Matthew, I'm sorry." Her voice is breathy, like she's been crying. "I shouldn't have stormed out. I shouldn't have left like that."

I shift uncomfortably, glancing around Jax's apartment. It's not the most welcoming place—bachelor pad through and through—but right now, it feels like a safe zone. I take a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "It's fine, baby. We both said things—"

"No, it's not fine," she cuts me off. "I bailed on customizing the invitations with you. I wasn't there for that meeting and now... Matthew, I feel like I'm losing control of everything."

"You're not losing control," I say quietly. "You just needed space. I get it."

"But do you? Do you really?" Her voice trembles, and I can hear the frustration bubbling up again. "Matthew, I don't understand how you can be so calm about this. We're getting married in twenty three days, and you're still... you're still friends with Flora!"

And there it is. The real issue. I rub my temples, knowing this fight all too well. "Tabitha, Flora's been in my life since we were kids. She and her family's helping Daphne plan the wedding because they're really good at that stuff. You knew from the start that Flora was going to be involved."

"But I didn't think she'd be this involved!" Tabitha snaps, her voice sharp. "She's helping with everything, Matthew! And her family too. It's like I'm marrying into Flora's family, not yours."