Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
With that lovely comment, she walked out, not sparing another glance back.
“Such a sweet woman,” Iliana giggled.
I looked over at Iliana, so happy that she could make it back from Texas.
After everything that had happened with Bobby and Colby, she’d elected to move back to her parent’s hometown in Amarillo, Texas.
She’d found a job that she loved, and from what I gather, a man that doted on her. Yet, she was reluctant to speak about it, which was to be suspected. It’d take Iliana time to get back on that particular horse again, but it wouldn’t hurt in the meantime to have a little fun.
“Alright, ladies. Where’s Rowen. It’s time to get this show on the road. I can practically smell the finish line,” my father teased.
I flipped him the bird. “So, you’re saying that you’re ready to give your favorite daughter to a man that singed off your eyebrows?”
He took a threatening step forward when the doors to the room we’d been getting ready in were thrown open. “Alright, people. Chop-chop. Time’s ‘a wastin’,” Rue cheered, clapping her hands together.
So, of course, the bridesmaids went out in order. Baylee. Adeline. Viddy. Channing. Rue. Iliana. Then, finally, my sister.
“Shit!” I gasped. “Rowen! Where are you? It’s time for you to throw your flowers!”
I could hear the low chuckle of the crowd, and realized that I’d yelled that a little loud, causing me to promptly blush.
“There she is…Rowen, where’s your clothes?” My father yelled.
Rowen furiously grabbed her flowers, then took off like a rocket down the aisle.
I watched as her Princess Elsa covered ass disappeared down the aisle.
At least she still had her sparkly Princess Anna shoes on.
“Well….” My father said, watching her go. “You ready?”
With nothing left to say, I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Absolutely.”
***
“I can’t believe you chose Highway to Hell to walk down the aisle to,” my mother scoffed.
I smiled at her. “Grayson thought it was funny.”
She glared at me. “Honey, your wedding video will forever have everyone’s expressions frozen in horror. How do you not see how this is a big damn deal? You’ve embarrassed me.”
“That was probably because your granddaughter performed some Princess Elsa magic with her princess panties and her princess shoes,” I accused.
My mom, of course, smiled like that was the cutest thing in the world. “That girl.”
It was pretty funny. That’d be fun to watch the crowd’s face when they got a load of her. I would almost place money on Reese’s face being ten shades of red.
“I do not want to talk about that child of mine. She gets that weirdness from her father.” Reese blurted as she sidled up beside me.
I looped my arm around her waist. “Reesey, will you hold my dress up while I go take a wee tinkle?”
Reese rolled her eyes. “Of course, sister dear. I’ll even flush for you if you need me to.”
“Y’all are hilarious,” my mother sighed as she walked off.
“I think you made mommy dearest embarrassed today,” Reese said as she walked with me to the bathroom.
I nodded. “Yeah, but it was totally worth it to see the look on her face when that song came on.”
Reese shook her head. “She’s going to get you ashes for Christmas.”
“That’s okay. It was one hundred and four percent worth it,” I promised, as we made it to the bathroom door. “Do you think it’d be okay if I changed into some shorts?”
My sister looked at me. “Yeah, but it’s like…thirty degrees out. Won’t you be a little cold?”
I shook my head. “No. I brought some long socks. And if I get too cold, I have a husband that emits heat like a space heater. I’ll be fine. Not to mention the hall we rented is heated.”
She shook her head but didn’t say another word. She knew I hated wearing anything that was uncomfortable. Then again, she was exactly like me, but out of necessity had to get over it. One couldn’t walk around without any pants with young children about.
After a few long minutes of her undoing buttons, unhooking hooks, and de-lacing, I could finally breathe for the first time in nearly three hours.
“Jesus, this thing left indentions in my skin!” I tittered.
My sister gave me a droll look. “That’s ‘cause you gained nearly fifteen pounds in the last three months. Have your feet even seen the inside of your running shoes lately?”
I flipped her off. “I’ve been getting my workouts in a more enjoyable way,” I said as I swapped out the strapless bra I’d been wearing with a sports bra.
She gave me a horrified look. “I really…really didn’t need to know that.”
I smashed my lips together to keep from telling her exactly what she did not want to hear. Mainly that my sex life was su-fucking-perb, and I was willing to let anyone know it. I was a vindictive bitch like that.
I can still remember her telling me about the time she lost her virginity; how horrible it’d been. I’d been at the age where I was just discovering boys, and she’d effectively scared me into never having sex. Ever.
It was a vow I’d kept throughout high school, and then college. Now, though, I was secretly glad that she did that. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to give Grayson that gift when the time came.
And speak of the devil.
My eyes lifted when I threw the t-shirt on just as he was walking in the door.
“You couldn’t even let us cut the cake first?” He asked in amusement.
He looked so sexy.
Black slacks. Black shirt. Dark purple tie to match my bridesmaids dresses.
The suit jacket we’d gotten to go with the slacks had been discarded the moment we’d finished taking pictures over an hour earlier. Now, even his tie was gone.
It was stuffed into one pocket, the tail end falling out just slightly.
His dark hair was longer than normal, but only because I’d requested not having a bald groom for my wedding pictures.
It’d been a struggle, but in the end, I’d won.