“It’s so dark in here. You should open the curtains,” Haley drawls, walking toward the balcony. My heart stops, and I fly out of the bathroom before she can open them.
“No!” I say, a bit to panicky. Clearing my throat, I hurriedly correct myself. “I have the worst hangover headache. I need it dark.” It’s not a complete lie, I do have a headache, and I’m pretty sure I have a slight hangover, but that’s not the reason I don’t want her to peel back the curtains.
“Are you going to be okay for the wedding today?” Ellie inquires, her motherly concern showing. I nod, hoping that she’ll believe me, and they’ll leave so I can get Holland the hell out of here and I can get ready.
“Of course, I’ll be fine. I’ll take some meds and be good as new. Now can you guys go so I can get ready? I’ll meet you in the bridal suite in a bit?”
“Just make sure you’re there by ten thirty. Gwen wants us there early so we can start our hair and makeup,” Ellie explains.
Nodding, I walk back toward the bathroom. “I’ll be there, Ellie Bear,” I coo. She rolls her eyes, finally heading for the door, followed by Haley.
“Don’t call me that, Lainey Bug,” she taunts.
“You didn’t,” I say, my hand flying to my chest in mock offense.
Ellie shrugs, “I did,” she smiles devilishly.
“You guys, I want a stupid nickname,” Haley whines.
“You have one, Haley Boo Boo,” I tell her, coming up with a name on the fly. It’s the best I could come up with in the few seconds I had to respond.
Haley cringes. “Yeah, I don’t like that one.”
Shrugging, I say, “Oh well, you wanted a name. That’s what you get. Now get out.”
“Fine! Just hurry up,” she says before opening the door and walking out. Ellie follows her out, the door shutting behind them.
For the first time in fifteen minutes, I feel like I can finally breathe. I fall back on the door, letting out a long, deep breath.
Staring at the closed curtains, I take another deep breath before heading over and opening them. Sliding up the door, I peer around the wall to see Holland standing there, watching me.
“Bad hangover, huh?” Holland asks teasingly.
“I will push you over that railing,” I tell him, narrowing my eyes. He chuckles, clearly thinking he’s funny.
“You’re the worst liar,” he says matter-of-factly.
“I am not!” I exclaim, my hands flying to my hips.
Holland shakes his head, chuckling lowly.
“Whatever you say, Lainey Bug.”
A blonde curl falls in his face as he looks down at me, waiting for my response. His godlike smile makes my vagina yearn for more of him, and I have to maneuver myself so I can alleviate the feeling.
Oh hell, Lainey. You’re in it now.
Chapter 28
Holland
The light breeze feels good as I stand in my suit with the sun beating down on my back. I can feel the sweat on my back as I listen to the soft music, watching the last of the crowd take their seats.
The hotel has the entire back area completely set up for the wedding. It looks incredible, honestly. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.
The white chairs are lined up in rows, draped with tulle and flowers attached to the backs.
The alter stands under a floral archway, and you can’t beat the view of clear blue water and colorful buildings in the background.
