I grabbed Mags’ hand and Elena went to go stand next to Jim and Liz where their seats would be the next day. We stood in the doorway and waited for Liz to play our music.
“So how did it go?” Mags and I slowly started to walk down the pretend aisle while everyone beamed at us. Randy was already getting teary and Mitch and Walker were teasing him.
“I told her to stop acting like a child. Hopefully she listened.”
Mags pulled me a little closer to her. “Thanks for that. She just gets under my skin.”
Right before we were in front of Barb and Randy, I whispered, “Don’t mention it.”
The rest of the evening went smoothly. After a quick dinner, some last minute planning and seating chart tweaking and making sure we had all the timing perfectly organized, Mags and I drove to the hotel where we were spending the night.
The bellhop took our bags up to the room, but Mags insisted on holding on to her dress.
“I can’t let it out of my sight, Cali.”
I laughed at her while holding the elevator open for her. “That’s totally understandable, love.”
We got into the room, laid out everything we were going to need the next day, double-checked that the steamer was working properly, and took our showers.
“I cannot believe I am getting married tomorrow!” Mags shrieked, hopping into the bed with her hair still swaddled up in a towel.
“Well, I can!” I giggled, climbing under the covers on the other side of the bed. “You and Randy are perfect for each other.”
She sighed and sipped her sleepy-time tea. “Isn’t it sweet how he was already crying today?”
“Yeah, too cute for even a Care Bear.” I threw my pillow at her. “This is going to be an amazing event. So how many hot guys are going to be there, again?”
“Other than Walker and Mitch, I don’t think there will be too many. I know Randy had to invite Kyle Powell and his parents since Jim and Kyle’s dad are old work buddies. I’ve never met him; maybe he’ll be hot.”
I turned out my side table light, getting more comfortable. “Hopefully. It’d be nice to flirt with someone that isn’t going to get come in my hair.”
Mags cuddled with her pillow while giggling. “Well, that you know of, anyway. This might be a new thing for you.”
“Shut up! That’d be awful!”
“It’s almost my wedding day.”
I glanced over at the alarm clock next to me: it was 11:11. “Make a wish love, and get some sleep. I don’t want you to have huge bags under your eyes for your big day.”
