I did something I had never gotten the chance to do last night. It was completely foreign to me, but I loved every second of it.

"Harlow, what colors would you rather." Demi snapped me out of my thoughts as she held her tablet in front of me with a bunch of wedding color schemes.

"Huh?" I looked at the screen and was overwhelmed.

"Were you listening to a word that came out of my mouth?" She sighed and I shook my head no. Didn't want to lie. "I said what colors for our wedding would you rather. I personally like the neutral scheme, because we could do so much with it."

"I like that one the most, but the bottom line is whatever you want I'm okay with. I just want to marry my everything at the end of the day."

"You might regret that, but okay." Demi smirked. "Who are going to be your bridesmaids?"

"Well, I don't have many friends, so Tate is going to be my best man, and maybe Emily if she wants to." I shrugged.

"What do you want to wear? A dress or suit?"

"Suit," I answered quickly.

"It can't be too boyish. Has to be classy Harlow." Demi gave me a look.

"I know I know. It won't be a men's suit anyways."

"You and Tate go shopping for suits sometime next week. I want to get married before your season starts."

My eyes went wide. My season starts in three months, and I have to be up there in two.

"Yeah, so we have to pick a venue and book it by the end of this week. We will have a girls day, excluding you because you would be no help, to plan more stuff when you go and get suits with Tate." Demi was laying down orders back to back.

"Yes ma'am." I didn't protest, but the look on my face gave away my slight fear of her right now.

She chuckled before turning the tablet back to herself. "You're a mess."

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It was in this moment that I knew, that I was indeed, in deep shit. When I say deep, I mean up to my neck in shit.

"Oh shit Low, what are you going to do?" Tate asked me quietly.

"Dude, I don't know." I whispered as I stared at Demi's, now broken, toaster. It's her favorite fucking toaster, and I blew it up. It literally caught fire and I had to carry it outside, and that's where we currently are. Shamefully looking down at the scorched toaster. I tried to cook a steak a little bit in it because I didn't want to get a pan out and everything and I only needed it cooked a smidge, and now my brilliant idea has led to a broken toaster. Not just any toaster. Demi's favorite toaster.

"This isn't an I told you so moment, but I told you not to."

"I know Tate, I know."

"We don't have time to get another before she gets home. The girls are already on their way. Emily texted me thirty minutes ago so they must be cl-" Tate stopped speaking when we heard car doors shut.

"Oh shit." We both said in unision.

"I'd say let's hide it, but then you'll be in even deeper shit when she notices."

"She'll notice as soon as she goes to toast her poptart in a few minutes." I whispered. I'm scared for both my ass, and my stomach. The cane is going to get me tonight. Do I deserve it? Yes, it was a dumb idea, but it seemed smart at the time.

"Why in the hell is my toaster on the deck you two?" Demi growled behind us.

Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh shit. Fuck fuck fuck shit.

"Harlow, answer me." Demi snapped her fingers and my submissive nature kicked in.

"I tried to cook a steak a little in it, and then it caught on fire so I took it out here and then it just went downhill from there." I looked over at the hose that Tate had to get and my steak that was burnt to a crisp that laid side by side on the deck.

"Your ass is mine once everyone leaves." Demi pointed at me, and I gulped.

"Oh shit Low." Tate whispered just loud enough for my wolf ears to pick up.

"Oh shit is correct T."

Tate and I showed Demi the suits that we got and she hummed in approval, but she was still pissed at me. If I broke her phone it would've been fine. Crashing her car would've been fine. Anything is better than the toaster.

"Let me see them, Tate. You two go try them on!" Emily shooed us into the bathroom and we helped each other out since this isn't exactly something that we're used to. Normal humans would think this is weird, but Tate and I have shifted in front of each other so many times throughout the years it's just stupid at this point for anyone to be bothered by it.

"Looking sharp, T." I teased him as we looked at ourselves in the mirror.

"Not too bad yourself, Low." He smirked and bumped into me a bit.

We walked out confidently and earned many whistles and cheers. A pleased smile from Demi made me feel even more confident than I was.

"Do a spin Tate!" Emily got up and stood in front of him.

(Tate's tux)

"Alright Harlow, give us a spin." Emily smiled at me.

I reluctantly spun around.

(Harlow's suit)

"We ended up having to get a men's suit because my arms are too muscular and I didn't want to go in just a vest." I glanced over at Demi and she was ready to pounce, and I could tell.

"Go change you two before you get them dirty. You two can't keep yourselves clean in a spotless room." Demi's mom shooed us back into the bathroom and Tate and I laughed.

I'm not going to lie, Harlow looked hot as hell in that suit and I wanted nothing more than to rip it off of her body and do whatever I wanted, but she is currently on my bad side.

We all agreed not to show Harlow my dress since it would be bad luck, but we showed Tate a picture and said she's going to cry. I was able to get the dress of my dreams, the venue of my dreams, and the set up of my dreams because of Harlow's literally bottomless pit of a wallet. She told me to get whatever I wanted.

Some say I'm here for the money, but I was here before the money honey. It's just a nice ass bonus to her nice ass.

But her nice ass is going to go by me an even nicer toaster than before first thing tomorrow for breaking mine. She's getting her ass whooped tonight. More than likely she will code out, because I won't go easy. Yes, it's just a toaster, but I'm more angry and disappointed that she was so stupid and could've burned the house down, and gotten herself hurt.

Dumb ass.