I stop and spin to stare up at the person that dragged me out of there. An incredibly sexy man with wavy brown hair, but I’m not focused on that. Not entirely.
No. I’m pissed.
“Do those kids belong to you?” I ask again. It seems like all I’m doing is repeating myself.
Where are your parents?
Stay out of the dining room.
Do they belong to you?
“Not all of them. That’d be excessive.” He gives me a coy smile.
I poke a finger into his chest. “Are you trying to play cute with me?”
“What? No.” He raises his hands in defense.
“Because look!” I screech. Well, I didn’t mean for my voice to get that high, but here we are. “Look at what they did. I have spaghetti all over my dress. What the hell am I supposed to do?”
“Can you just wear something else?”
“Something else?” I pinch the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger, taking a few deep breaths. “This is a wedding. I can’t just wear somethingelse. I’m a bridesmaid. This is my dress.”
“Look, I’m sorry. They’re just kids.”
“Yeah, and they keep running in and out of the space that has signs that say ‘private event.’”
“They’re just letting off a little steam. There’s not much to do with all the snow, and they’re bored.”
“If you let them fuck up my best friend’s wedding, you won’t know what hit you.”
I point my finger in his face. I will not let this man get the best of me. No matter how sexy he is.
“You don’t have to be?—”
“Be what? A bitch? You haven’t even seen my bitchy side.”
“Relax.” He throws his hands up. “I was going to say hard-ass. They’re just kids.”
“Does telling someone to relax ever actually make themrelax?”
Because all it does is elevate my blood pressure.
“I’m sorry, okay? I’ll try and control the kids, but they’re bored.”
“Like I said, this is my best friend’s wedding. You—or your kids—will not mess it up.”
We tried to move them, but we couldn’t find accommodations in town. And Rylee and Chase were fine with it because they only wanted to get married. I can’t blame them. If I was that in love, I’d want to get married too. But I’m as single as ever.
“I’ll talk to the other parents. Make sure they stay out.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Joey
Where are you? We’re almost ready to get started
Great.And now I don’t have time to take care of my dress. Maybe if I wear a coat, no one will notice and then I might be able to change before the reception.
