Lainey hugged her BFF around the shoulders. “But she’s never wearing that dress again, so it is all yours!”
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I quickly showered in one of Lainey’s guest baths so I had a clean face and hair to work with. Then, as I sat on a stool in Lainey and Adam’s bedroom in a borrowed bathrobe, my three fairy godmothers went to work transforming me into the belle of the ball.
They kept me away from a mirror until I’d slipped my arms into the dress, Kristy got the fabric adjusted around my waist, and I put on the stiletto heels I was also borrowing. I hoped I didn’t fall flat on my face. High heels weren’t allowed in the Righteous Truth Church. The best one could get away with were kitten heels.
“Ta-da!” Jade announced as she swiveled the free-standing Queen Anne mirror around so I could look at my reflection.
I hardly recognized myself.
My hair was curled, styled, and sprayed, and I had a face full of makeup, complete with smokey eyes and lips that matched my ruby-red dress.
“You are fucking hot,” Kristy observed.
I felt hot.
It was a foreign feeling. I was used to being the plain, mousy girl.
Lainey concurred. “Girl, if Alan doesn’t try to jump your bones the minute you walk through the door… he might be gay.”
I remained mute as I studied myself in the mirror.
Finally, Jade asked, “Well? What do you think?”
I touched my hair, then turned to them and asked, “Can you guys do my hair and makeup for the wedding?”
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Alan
I called the permit office and talked to one of the guys I’d gotten to know over the years. He’d also served in the military, so we’d bonded over war stories and blueprints. He explained the problem with the permits and how we could fix it.
Then I called Mike and calmed him down. I could tell by his texts that he was stressed out, and I felt kind of bad for not being there to help.
But that’s why I paid him the salary I did.
I heard the front door open and Jess call out, “Hey!” at the same time my stomach growled.
Perfect timing.
“Hey, babe! I’m in the kitchen!”
Except when she walked—no, strutted—into the kitchen, all thoughts of food went out the window.
“Wow.”
She smiled as she looked down at the floor. “Do you like it? We were practicing for the wedding.”
“You look… stunning.”
My future wife was a fucking smoke show.
She moved toward me with a coquettish smile. “I’m glad you like it.”
With no warning, she cupped my cock over my jeans.
“Are yousureyou like it?” she asked as she rubbed my semi.
