I need a wedding whisperer. I haven’t used one since the story about using a wedding whisperer blew up and destroyed my business the first time around.

The bride has cold feet and I don’t know what to do.

Even worse, I am the bride. I am the one with cold feet.

Rick, the man of my dreams is waiting to marry me but I’m afraid.

I know he hasn’t dated seriously and I wonder if he knows what he’s getting into. He’s only dated me seriously aside from Christine if his time with Christine could even be considered as serious dating.

Before that, he was a hit-and-run man. I...