“Leith sure is,” Paisley says, rolling her eyes. “Did we tell you he’s making us bringbodyguardswith us? Honest to God!”
Fran rolls her eyes. “As if the wedding will be a dangerous place or something?”
Islan sighs. “Or something.”
The dress was brought up this morning by staff, and hangs on a hook near Flora’s large ensuite bath.
“I can’t wait to see it, Bryn,” Fran says. “I imagined how it would look but without those final tucks you made, I couldn’t exactly picture it.”
“Go on, then,” I say with a smile. “Let’s see it.”
Right there in front of us, she strips straight away, tossing her clothes to Paisley.
“Hold them for me, will you? Bridesmaid duty!”
Paisley smirks, loosely folding the clothes as they come sailing over to her.
Fran steps into the gown, and I help her bring it up.
“Now, then,” I say gently. “You’ll have to have the proper undergarments. A nice, lacy pair of knickers. A push-up bra. Some garters. Are you prepared?"
“Oh, aye,” she says. “Fergus picked them out himself.”
Islan rolls her eyes and Paisley pretends to gag herself, but I only laugh.
“Excellent.” I brush her hair off her shoulder, to finish zipping, when we hear voices.
“Knock, knock.”
Mac and Tate come in the room. "Found your mobile, Bryn. One of the staff said it was at the kitchen table after dinner last night. They didn't know whose it was, so they asked around, and couldn't find the owner. It was still in the kitchen this morning, no one's touched it." He hands it to me with a smile.
“You boys shouldn’t be in here,” Paisley scolds. “If you’d come in ten seconds earlier, you would've seen Fran in her knickers!"
For some reason, that makes Tate glare at her, and his eyes quickly swivel to Fran. Were they more than friends at one time?
“Ah, thank goodness, the fit’s perfect," I said to her. "How do you feel?"
“I feel like a princess!” she says with a grin. "I literally feel as if Cinderella's godmother herself waved a magic wand and made my dress appear. I half expect a pumpkin to turn into a carriage, and a pair of glass slippers to appear on my feet.”
Tate folds his arms across his chest and leans against the dressing table. “Are you seriously walking into a church dressed like that?”
Fran looks at him in surprise, blinking. “What business is it of yours?"
Even Mac looks a bit surprised at him. “She looks fine, brother.”
“Looks like her tits’ll fall straight outta that dress,” Tate says, scowling, before he turns on his heel and stalks away.
Fran sits down heavily, and her face falls.
“What a prick!” Islan says, her eyes flashing.
Paisley looks stunned. “He’s never like that. What on earth?” She glares at Mac as if he’s the one responsible. “He’s usually the nice brother!”
Mac rolls his eyes, then looks at me in surprise. Neither one of us knows what to make of it.
Fran only shakes her head. "Not sure many of you know this, but your brother and I had a very brief dating experience last summer.Verybrief. It was before I met Fergus, and it never went anything beyond a cup of coffee. I just… I can't really explain what happened.” She bites her lip. “But he hasn't really been very friendly since.”
“Reealllly,” Mac says, not even bothering to hide his surprise. "And when exactly was this?"
