Jamie laughs, but it doesn't seem to be at my expense. The whole idea of it is a little absurd, I suppose. How many eighteen year olds can honestly say they're ready to get married and truly mean it? I know that I'm a rarity, but I also know that I am where I'm meant to be. I belong to Oliver, just as he belongs to me. There isn't a doubt in my mind.

"Of course we will," I say with a laugh of my own, reaching over to rub my knuckles lightly against Jamie's hair. "But you guys can't stay the night after that party. We'll need the house to ourselves."