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friends would be fun and would make her parents happy, especially her mom. Everyone would be happy.
    Well, maybe not Drake. Oh, man.
    “Would you really mind if we had a more—”
Oops, almost said “boring”
“—traditional wedding?” she asked.
    He shrugged. “Hey, it’s all about the bride, right?”
    But he was disappointed; she could tell. His smile wasn’t lighting up his eyes. “It’s all about
both
of us.”
    “I’m cool with whatever you decide,” he said.
    “No, you’re not.”
    He drew her to him and touched his forehead to hers. “Yeah, I am. So go up to Icicle Falls with your mom and have fun. And send me pics.”
    Okay, that settled it. Sort of. For now. Part of her still wasn’t sure. She reminded herself that she didn’t have to say yes to the house in Icicle Falls if she didn’t like it.
    Although if she didn’t, Mom would be disappointed. Grammy, too.
    Aunt Kendra, on the other hand, would say, “Do what you want.” Only problem was, Laney wasn’t sure what she wanted anymore.
    That was both atypical and unsettling. Laney always knew what she wanted, and it was often very different from what her mom wanted for her. She still remembered the first time she and her mother had disagreed. She’d wanted to wear her princess jammies to kindergarten, and Mom had insisted on play clothes. She’d whined, cried and finally thrown herself on the floor, refusing to get up. And she’d won a major battle. Sort of. She’d gotten to wear her princess jammies, but she’d done it at home because Mom refused to take her to school. Even in kindergarten her mother hadn’t approved of her sense of style.
    Some things never changed. First princess jammies, then piercings, then tats. Mom thought she was with it, but she was really kind of a conformist. She didn’t like coloring outside the lines. Literally. “Inside the lines, sweetie, like this,” she’d said whenever she colored in Laney’s coloring book with her. “That’s right. A purple cow? Now, how about we make the next one brown?”
    Like Dad, she’d worried when Laney decided to major in art that she’d never be able to support herself and had quit worrying only when Laney decided to go back to school in the fall and get a teaching degree. She thought Laney’s place in Seattle’s free-spirit Fremont district was dumpy and hated the way Laney and Autumn had decorated it. Not that she’d come right out and said so, but Laney could read her mother as easily as a graphic novel. Mom didn’t do well with extremes. She had one piercing in each ear and wore the same small diamond earrings almost every day. She dressed conservatively and drove a Volvo because it was supposed to be the safest car on the road.
    All of that was okay. For Mom. But Laney was different from her mother, and much as she loved Mom, she had to be true to herself. She’d look at the place in Icicle Falls but she wasn’t making any promises.
    A good thing she hadn’t, she thought when they pulled into town.
This is so not Vegas.
Still, she had to admit it was cute. It was almost as though she’d stepped into another country, with the frescoes painted on the buildings and all the flower boxes under shop windows. Then there was the river running alongside the town. She could see herself and Drake rafting on it. She took a picture with her phone and sent it to him.
    Let’s go on it , he texted back.
    “The river would be perfect for your wedding party to go inner tubing on before the rehearsal,” Mom said.
    Inspiration hit. “We could even get married on the river, on a raft.” She texted Drake. Want to get married on it?
    Sure , came the reply.
    “It might be hard to get on a river raft in a wedding gown,” Grammy said from the backseat.
    Did she want a traditional wedding gown? Maybe not. “I could wear shorts and a bikini top. And a bridal veil,” Laney added, picturing herself in white shorts and a white bikini top.
    “Shorts?” Mom said weakly.
    Okay,