She shakes her head. “I've got more wedding prep to handle. Final touches on the reception, confirming the caterer, and making sure your dad has his speech prepared.”
I laugh. “Good call.”
She looks between me and Amy. “Have fun. Be safe, and don't do anything I wouldn't do.”
Amy grins. “That leaves a lot of room for interpretation.”
Mom points at her. “Behave.”
“No promises,” Amy singsongs.
Mom pulls me into one more hug, holding me tight. “I love you, sweetheart. The wedding will be perfect.”
“I love you too, Mom,” I squeeze her tight. “Thank you for all your help.”
She kisses my cheek, then steps back, waving us toward the door. “Go… Shoo. I'll see you tomorrow.”
Amy and I carefully gather the bouquets, load them into boxes, and head out to the car. As we drive back to the hotel, I glance at the flowers in the backseat and smile. Crisis averted. Now, to get into the party mood.
When we get back to the hotel, the room is empty. I check my phone, but I don’t have any messages. I try to ignore the small twist in my chest. Frost didn't text me at all today, but to be fair, I was so busy I didn’t text him either. He’s probably still trying to recover from last night.
“Alright,” Amy says, clapping her hands together. “We're gonna look so hot tonight, Frost won't know what hit him.”
I laugh, shaking off the unease. “You're right. Let's do this.”
We blast music from Amy's phone and dive into getting ready. Amy does my makeup first, her hands steady as she lines my eyes with a smoky wing and brushes highlighter across my cheekbones.
“You're glowing,” she says, stepping back to admire her work.
I look in the mirror and gasp. She's right. My eyes look bigger, brighter, and my skin looks dewy and radiant.
“Your turn,” I say, grabbing the makeup bag.
I do Amy's makeup with bold red lips and dramatic lashes. When she looks in the mirror, she grins. “Damn. We're good.”
“We really are.”
I slip into a black bodycon dress that hugs every curve. It's short and hangs right above mid-thigh with long sleeves and a low-cut neckline that shows just enough cleavage to be sexy without being over-the-top. I pair it with strappy black heels and delicate gold jewelry.
Amy goes for a deep emerald green dress with a halter neckline and an open back. It's stunning against her skin, and she pairs it with nude heels and gold hoop earrings. We stand side by side in front of the mirror, and I can't help but smile.
“We look amazing,” I say.
“Hell yeah, we do.” Amy pulls out her phone. “Selfie time.”
We pose with our arms around each other, smiling wide as she snaps a few photos.
“Perfect,” she says, scrolling through them. “Ready?”
I grab my clutch and double-check I have my phone, lipstick, and ID. Taking a deep breath, I glance at myself one more time in the mirror. “Ready,” I say.
As we drive toward Saints Outlaws, the city lights blur past the window, and a flutter of excitement bursts in my chest. Underneath it, though, there's still that nagging feeling with the way Frost looked at me this morning. I push it down. Tonightis about celebrating us. Whatever's bothering him, we'll figure it out.
The clubhouse comes into view as we come over the hill. Motorcycles are lined up outside, and we can hear the music thumping from within as we pull into the lot. Amy parks, and we step out, the cool air brushing against my skin.
“Time to party,” she says, linking her arm through mine.
I nod, forcing a smile. “Time to party.”
