"Ha ha, very funny. He’s the main character and I’m the lead hair stylist. He’ll be in my chair every day, I assume,” she says, refusing to make eye contact. She's hiding something from me, and I’m determined to get it out of her.
"Why are you staring at me like that? I can feel your eyes burning a hole in the side of my face, deep into my soul.” She shudders.
"What are you not telling me?” I raise a brow as she releases my hair, taking a step back.
"What do you think?” she asks, changing the subject.
She’s used three diamond hair pins to pin up the side as the rest of it falls in large brown waves down my back. I never doubted my best friend’s ability to do my hair on my wedding day. Having her here as my maid of honor just feels…right. I couldn't get through today if she wasn't by my side.
"I love it, but stop trying to change the subject.”
"Fine. I sort of think I...met someone.”
"Who?”
"Last night, actually. I was invited to the Film and Television awards as a guest. He came back to my hotel room and we just…yeah." She shrugs. "Something about him just, set me off, in a way. I've never felt anything like it.” She groans.
"What's his name?"
"We didn’t tell each other our names. We slept together. He spent the night. The next morning, we both had flights to catch. He was gone before I woke up.”
"How was the sex?”
"I don't even think the word 'phenomenal' is strong enough to describe how good it was. But I have the next three months to completely forget about him."
"Maybe Cole Green will be a nice distraction for you." I wink in the mirror as she rolls her eyes.
"Doubtful."
As we move onto my face, we opt for a soft glam, with my lips the key feature to make a statement.
Crimson red.
"Can I see my dress now?” I ask impatiently. It's been staring back at me, still in the garment bag. All I need is my best friend to give me the ok, and she does.
Leaping off my seat, I grip the bag by the hanger, unclipping it from the ledge it's been hooked on. Finally able to unzip it, an audible gasp leaves my mouth while I stare at the gown in front of me.
It's ivory in color, made from a Nouvelle satin material, spaghetti straps, and a soft, scooped neckline. Accompanied by a ruched bodice and a waist-high slit in the flowy, yet slightly puffy skirt.
Shimmying out of my jeans and singlet, I slip the gown over my body, and it fits like a dream.
"Pockets?” I ask, sliding my hands into them, raising a brow at my best friend.
"That was my addition.” She chuckles.
Of course it was.
Twirling in the mirror, I notice the deep V back with satin buttons trailing down the hem.
The dress is immaculate.
"Your dress is the only thing Harley hasn’t seen. It looks perfect on you,” my Mom’s voice comes from behind me, trembling slightly. She stands in the door way, wearing a soft pink dress that screamsmother of the bride.
"Knock knock, we need to put on our dresses.” Lizzie’s voice is next from behind my mom's shoulder.
"You look incredible,” Olive says to me while Lizzie eyes off my dress like it’s the first time she’s seen it.
"Enough sappy shit, let's get our dresses on and get this show on the road," Lizzie orders, clapping her hands together, getting everyone organized.
