Page 30 of Vegas with my Brother’s Best Friends

“Is that all that’s on your mind? Kissing?”

“I’m about to get married,” Sarah reminds me before squeezing my arm. “You should be kissing someone. Find some cute guy at the resort. Make Derek jealous.”

I can’t help but smile a little. “I’m doing my best to ignore him, and I hope that he does the same.”

“It seemed like he was trying to talk to you when we were all at breakfast,” she comments, lifting an eyebrow at me. “Think he’s regretting his decision?”

I scoff. “He’s already moved on.”

Sarah shrugs. “Guess we’ll see.”

I don’t want to see. I want Derek to leave me alone so that I can do my maid of honor duties and pull off an incredible wedding week. There will be enough distractions at the resort as it is.

“We’ve got six weeks until the wedding. You have one more dress fitting. I need to get with the florist again. And the caterer,” I say, thinking out loud to organize the jumble of thoughts in my head. “You have a lash appointment and one more hair appointment before we fly out.”

Sarah nods, following me into the candy aisle where there are multiple options of gum. She grabs the winter blast flavor and tosses multiple packs into the cart. “I have all of that in my calendar on my phone. I won’t miss any of my appointments.”

She missed one, but given how scatterbrained she can be, I call that a win. I just need her to show up at the airport on time so that she can get to Mexico for her wedding festivities. We have a lot planned.

“Is there anything else you need?” I ask her, directing the shopping cart out of the aisle and toward the checkout area.

Sarah shakes her head, giving me a warm look. “No, you’ve done enough. Seriously, Cass. Thank you. None of this could’ve happened without you.”

I smile at her, my heart hurting in the best way possible. I’m just so happy for her and Ryan, and I’m also a little sad that I’m so far away from my own wedding and happily ever after.

I really thought I was close once, but Derek isn’t the man I’m supposed to be with for the rest of my life.

“You’re visiting your mom after this?” I ask once we get in line.

Sarah nods. “I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t had much time to see her. I wish she could come to the wedding, but, you know, health stuff. She can’t travel like that.”

I nod in understanding, squeezing her hand. “Tell her I said hi.”

“I will,” Sarah replies before reaching down to open the box of mini graham crackers and pulling out a packet. She pries it open and pops one in her mouth.

“You couldn’t wait five minutes until we paid for it?”

“Nope,” Sarah says before holding one out to me. “I’m starving, and I won’t have time to eat before I make the drive to Mom’s house.”

I smirk and pluck it from her fingers before tossing it into my mouth. The sweet flavor hits me, and my stomach churns a little. I grimace and swallow, not enjoying that as much as I thought I would.

I think I ate some bad sushi or something the other day because my stomach hasn’t felt that great. All that traveling probably did a number on my immune system too.

Once everything is paid for and bagged up, we walk to my car and load the bags up in the trunk of my red sedan.

“I’ll get everything for the welcome bags organized and sorted tonight,” I tell her. “I’m still waiting for the greeting cards to come in.”

Sarah nods as she munches on more graham crackers.

“Be careful on your drive,” I say once I shut my trunk.

Sarah hugs me. “Thank you. Text me.”

“I will,” I reply. “Love you.”

“Love you!”

I watch her walk toward her car before getting into my driver’s seat, a tired sigh breaking from me. Nausea churns within me, and I regret eating that graham cracker. I need some ice chips and saltine crackers right now.