There’s a slight hesitation that has my heart holding its breath.
And then— “Yes,” she whispers.
“It’s what you want?”
She hesitates again.
And then she nods. “It’s what I want.”
Dammit.
Dammit.
I pull away and nod back at her. “Okay. Okay. If this is what you want, then let’s do this.”
“We’re here for whatever you need,” Claire agrees.
Sabrina bursts into the room. “Oh my god, lost track of time. I can’t grab Theo. I’m sorry, Em. I—what happened?”
“Bridal jitters,” Claire says.
“I just can’t believe it’s here,” Em agrees, but she looks more sick than excited.
“Us too,” Sabrina chimes in.
“We’re so happy for you,” I say.
And I’m trying to be.
But it’s so hard when your best friend is marrying a man that might’ve been good enough for her once upon a time, but who’s looking less and less like anyone’s Prince Charming by the minute.
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Theo
She’s doing it.
She’s fucking doing it.
Emma’s getting married.
My suit’s too tight. And damn this tie. I hate ties. They choke me.
And it’s hot.
Why are we in formal wear for a weddingat the beach?
Why did I go out of my way to make this happen for her?
Quit being a selfish ass, Theo. This is what she wants.
Not what I want though.
What Iwantis for Laney to be holding my hand and assuring me all is fine. Instead, I can’t even tell if she’s read my messages because we’re on different kinds of phones and hers doesn’t send me read receipts.
The ocean’s right there.Right there. I could walk out from behind this row of chairs on the beach, head straight to the water, and not stop walking until I’m swimming, and not come back to shore until it’s done.
But I’m here because Laney’s walking down the aisle in a fucking gorgeous pink-purple gown with her hair up fancy and her makeup all done, and I can’t take my eyes off of her.
