Page 55 of George’s Big Day

It hit me then, and only then, that I did not, in fact, have my tie on.

“Fuck.”

Ian snickered.

“How the hell did you know I had sex?”

He shot me a look like I was stupid.

“I’ll find it,” I groused.

“See that you do.”

Fucking Ian.

Alone in my room, there was a knock on the door, and then Hannah poked her head in.

“Why is that open?” I asked her.

“The door?”

“Of course, the door.”

Her brows furrowed as she regarded me. “I can’t speak to why it’s open but when I passed Ian in the hall, he said it was.”

“What?”

“Ian said the door was—are you having some kind mental breakdown where you can’t process words?”

“What?” My voice rose that time.

“Do you need a cup of tea or something?”

“No, I don’t need a—what do you want?” I growled at her.

She chuckled and walked in, twirling when she was halfway to me, the floor-length vintage 1930s green silk velvet open-back gown swirling around her. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m going to throw flower petals all around because I’m going to walk down the aisle first.”

“Why did you change?” I said instead of how beautiful she looked.

“Excuse me?”

“You changed your dress.”

“Well, yes,” she said hesitantly, scowling.

“Why did you do that?”

“I’m standing up with you. I’m not gonna wear what everyone saw me in earlier.” After a moment she added, “Seriously, are you good?”

“Jing was excited you were wearing the same designer.” I sounded lame.

She squinted, looking concerned. “I’m sure me changing will make sense to her, but more importantly, I’m compelled to ask again, are you all right?”

“Yeah, I—I’m fine.”

“I mean, I love Jing, she’s fabulous, but why do you care what either of us is wearing?”

“I don’t. You just changed is all, and that threw me.”