"My soon to be dear wife," he drawled out with a hint of disdain. "The priest will be here at five tonight," his tone turned softer. "There’s a dress in the closet I would really like for you to wear. It’s not a wedding gown. But I’d still like tonight to be special. I will make sure I’m home in time," he kissed her forehead. "It looks like rain, so we’ll do it inside. I will see you tonight."  