By the third mimosa, I’ve mellowed out and managed not to blow my cover. It’s been easier than I thought it would be with all the excitement from the pending nuptials. After brunch, we’re scheduled at the spa for the full treatment… massage, facials, nails, makeup, and hair—the benefits of marrying a billionaire.
It's when our nails are being painted that Cici finally brings up the topic I’ve done so well to avoid. “I still can’t believe Braden was the guy from the plane. It makes total sense, looking back on your story. So, how did the ride to your room go last night? Did he hit on you again?”
Shit. I was so close to making it through the day. I’m glad we’re not sitting face-to-face, so she won’t notice the inner turmoil from spouting a bald-faced lie. No way can I fess up to the truth when she specifically warned me about him. Not to mention, Cici was into him right before meeting Eli. Sure, that might have been years ago, but doesn’t that break some sisterhood rule?
“It was fine. Just the usual Braden.”
“Then he did. Did you set him straight?”
Oh boy.
“I think so, but I guess time will tell.” That was pretty convincing if I do say so myself.
“Well, he’d better back off,” Cici says angrily, and now I feel like shit for throwing him under the bus. It may have been his fault, but Iwasa willing participant… all too willing.
“Especially since I’m hooking you up with Jordan at the reception,” Lily chimes in. “You’re going to love him.”
“I’ll meet him, but don’t get your hopes up. I’m only here for one more night.”
“Girl, one night is all you need,” Walker says, making everyone giggle while Mia smacks his shoulder.
“Not everyone gives it up as easily as you,” she tells her best friend.
“Speaking of giving it up, tell me about this Matt guy. I’ve always wanted to ride a cowboy.” Walker looks at me and Cici.
“I’m not sure he bats for the same team,” I say while giggling at the thought.
“Firm or up for negotiation?” he asks.
Cici takes over. “Matt’s definitely into women, but if anyone can turn someone, it would be you.”
“Oh, I second that,” Lucy interjects right before Walker responds, “Damn straight, as in he won’t be for long.”
We all burst into fits of giggles, even the moms joining in. Much to the makeup artist’s dismay, the rest of the afternoon goes the same. Trying to get us to stay still becomes a job of its own, but by the time we’re primped, plucked, and primed, we all look like we’re ready for the runway. The photographer has certainly been busy capturing the day.
After finishing touches have been made, we head up to the bridal suite to get dressed. I feel like an absolute princess. I’ve never been so pampered or had that many things done in one sitting. The dresses Mia and Cici picked out are gorgeous, and thankfully, the colors for their wedding, sapphire blue and amethyst, couldn’t have been better if I’d chosen myself. Sometimes it’s hard to pair anything with fiery red hair.
When we’re all dressed and minutes away from the ceremony, the nerves are starting to set in for everyone. Cici looks amazing in a fitted gown over the cutest pregnant belly a girl could ask for. You can’t even tell she’s pregnant when she’s turned away from you. The V neckline accentuates her huge boobs in a classy way that doesn’t dip too low, and the train that flares out under her fitted backside is beautiful.
Mia chose a strapless dress that perfectly flatters her tiny frame. Unlike Cici’s more form-fitting gown, Mia’s flares at the waist like a princess dress. They’re both unique on their shared special day, and it’s easy to see the love they have for each other and how excited they are to become family.
The wedding planner comes in to get our attention. “All right, ladies and gentleman, it’s time to take your places. Cici, Mia, and Walker, you guys hang back a minute. Cici, your dad will meet you just outside.”
We all squeal in unison before Lucy, Lily, and I grab our bouquets and head out. My nerves are more about the man I’ll be walking with rather than the ceremony itself. The minute I round the corner, we make eye contact—his widening in surprise. I may do a better job at concealing my assessment, but holy shit does the man wear a tux well. This takes Suits to a whole new level—a sinfully sexy one.
“Wow. You’re… stunning,” he says, making me blush.
“You clean up pretty nicely yourself.” I wouldn’t want to inflate his ego more than it already is.
“That dress doesn’t strike me as a bridesmaid dress. Not enough ruffles. It seems more fit for a gala.”
“Brides are starting to pick dresses that can be used again these days.”
“Well, that’s… a great idea.” He’s staring at my cleavage, and I can’t help but giggle at the absolute typicalness.
“Pervy much?” I ask.
“Sorry, it’s just,” he says quickly, then leans down and whispers in my ear. “I feel bad about not giving those any attention last night. I think they deserve a turn.”
