Chapter 34
Macey
It took us no timeat all to change into our wedding clothes: a black suit for Jayce and the same aqua blue gown I’d worn to the spring dance for me. I curled my hair a bit and added some makeup, even though I almost never wore makeup.
“Well look at you,” Jayce said, leaning up against the door frame to look at me. “Every time I think you couldn’t get any more beautiful, you turn around and do it again.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I said with a wink, crossing the bathroom floor to straighten Jayce’s tie. “Be careful, I wouldn’t want Bernice leaving her groom for the likes of you.”
“What can I say, it’s a curse.” With a grin Jayce pulled me into him and kissed me, sending a shiver of desire down my back.
“Okay, sir,” I said, turning back to the mirror to fix the lip gloss he’d smeared. “Are you ready to go?”
“Sure. Do you think your dad is awake yet?”
“Probably not,” I said with a sigh, gathering up my jacket from the bed. “He’s always kind of been like that.” Taking his hand, I led him back down the stairs to where my mom was just packing up the last of the cupcakes for the wedding. She spotted us and smiled, something I wasn’t sure I would see her do during this trip.
“You both look very nice,” she said politely. “Can you help me load these into the car?”
“Sure, Mom,” I said, and we gathered up multiple cake carriers filled with cupcakes to take out to the car. We put them in the trunk, and on our way back in we ran into my dad.
“Hi, sugar,” he said with a yawn, drawing me in for a kiss on the head. “You should have woke me.”
“You hate being woken up,” I said, gripping Jayce’s hand to pull him up to my side. “Dad, this is Jayce. Jayce, this is my father, Dan.”
“It’s very nice to meet you, sir,” he said politely, taking my dad’s hand. “Thank you for having me.”
“Sure, sure,” my dad said, waving his hand. “Glad you could be here.” He turned to me. “I smell cupcakes. Is mom baking?”
“She’s done baking and they’re loaded in the car, Dad,” I said. “Go get dressed so we can go, otherwise we’ll be late.”
My dad nodded and mumbled something under his breath before walking out of the room to go get changed. Jayce turned to me, squeezing my hand.
“Your dad seems nice,” he told me, lowering his voice. “Maybe even more so than your mom.”
I grinned. “My mom has always had the attitude between the two of them, but my dad’s no better most of the time. He goes beyond my mother by not caring about much of anything at all. Sleep, eat, snore, repeat.”
