Chapter 9
Wedding Bells Are Coming
Cali
Iwoke up to five frantic texts from Mags that had come through in the middle of the night.
Mags: Call me.
Mags: Why is your phone off?
Mags: Why are we in different time zones?
Mags: Bitch! Don’t ignore me!
Mags: I have news.
I dialed her number right away.
“Hey!” my best friend answered on the first ring.
“Is everything all right?” I asked quickly.
“Better than all right! Fucking amazing!”
“Are you going to make me fucking wait?” I barked at her.
She finally spit out, “Walker proposed last night!”
“Fucking about time!” I yelled, jumping out of bed, too excited to sit still.
“Check the text I just sent you.”
I looked to see the most gorgeous square haloed diamond ring I had ever laid eyes on.
“Well done, Walker!”
“I know, right?”
“I am so happy for you, Mags.” I was bubbling over with joyous elation for my two best friends. They had fought so hard to be with each other, and I was excited that they were living out their happily ever after.
“Now, the big question is…will you be my maid of honor?”
I shrilled before responding, “Of course I will!”
“We’re going to do this quick, like six months from now type of quick. Simple, beach, easy, small.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything else from the two of you.”
“I am so excited. So much planning to do, but I think it’s going to be fine. Will you be home soon?”
I looked over my shoulder to where Maverick was still passed out in bed. I hadn’t really talked to Mags since everything started happening. “I don’t know.”
“How are we supposed to plan a wedding with you all the way up there?”
“We’ll figure it out.”
“True. How is it going?” she asked.
