“Don’t worry,” he assures me. “Aiden is agreatguy. He’ll make her forget all about Thomas Fucking Prescott, that douche. I hope he does anyway. It’s pretty much the only way I’m going to see your sister between now and the wedding.”
I raise a brow at him, wondering if this is veiled criticism of Easton. “Oh? Why’s that?”
He laughs. “Have you not seen the schedule? Even the stuff that isn’t segregated by gender is actually going to be segregated by gender. My mom’s doing, not Kelsey’s.”
He pulls a folded-up card out of his pocket titled “Kelsey and Hawk’s Wedding Weekend” and hands it to me.
Wednesday
Arrival
6 pm: Dinner served on the terrace.
Evening:
Men–Screening ofThe Godfatheron the terrace.
Ladies–Screening ofThe Notebookin the movie room
Thursday
8-10 am: Breakfast on terrace
10 am: Ladies tour of New Orleans graveyards
1 pm: Men’s bayou tour
7 pm: Bachelor/Bachelorette parties begin. Dinner while out.
Friday:
8–10 am: Breakfast on terrace
9-5: Men’s golf at the English Turn Golf & Country Club (Lunch served on premises)
12-4: Ladies spa day! We will have masseuses, manicurists, and facialists on the pool deck and beneath the big tent. (Lunch served poolside.)
5 PM: Rehearsal
6:30 PM: Rehearsal dinner held at La Maison Rouge.
“There’s an entirely different schedule for the older crowd,” he says. “Nuts, right?”
“It’s a lot,” I concur. I’m barely going to see Easton, but at least I can slide into her room when all this shit is done. “I guess you’ll see Kels at night?”
He laughs. “Not even then. She’s sharing a room with Easton until the wedding. That’s why I’m rooting for Aiden.”
Fuck.
So I’m not getting Easton alone by day and I’m also not getting her alone by night.
Aiden, however, might have a shot. I’m not sure which of these things is worse. They both fucking kill me.
33
EASTON
Ihave never liked Kelsey’s sorority sisters. This might be because several of them tried to hook up with Elijah at various points and may or may not have succeeded. But the way they’re treating this long weekend like a nonstop binge-drinking contest isn’t helping. By the time you’re twenty-nine, you should be able to get throughThe Notebookand a graveyard tour without flasks of Fireball.
