Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I look at the burger and then my mother getting into the waiting limo. "We can swing by and get you something to eat," she tells me, and I look back down at the burger. "You really want to chance standing at the altar and then shitting yourself?"
"Ugh, fine," I say, tossing the burgers in the outside garbage bin. "She's such a buzzkill."
After we get into the car, I put my head back on the seat and fall asleep in a matter of five seconds. I stay asleep until the car stops, and I hear someone slam the car door. "Did we stop for food?" I ask them, and they nod their heads, holding up the brown bag.
The back door of the car opens, and my mother gets out first, thanking the driver. I get out after her and walk toward the bridal suite. Mallory is there outside holding a silver tray with four champagne glasses. "Oh my," she says when she sees me. "Happy wedding day, Clarabella."
I grab one of the glasses off the tray. "Thank you so much." I smile at her, and she looks over as Presley and Shelby climb out of the car.
"Someone had a good time," she notes, rolling her lips.
"You have no idea," I say, pulling open the door and walking into the bridal suite.
The photographer is there to capture the first look, and she just stops. "Someone didn't clean off their makeup from last night," she observes and rubs her finger under her eye.
"I told you that you looked like a raccoon,” Presley says from behind me, walking in and going over to plop down into the chairs, putting the brown bag in the middle of the table.
I walk over to the wall where four stations are set up with gold vanities and matching gold plush chairs in front of them. Mirrors with big chunky gold frames hang down in front of each chair. I look at myself and gasp. I look like I have two black eyes. The black mascara from last night plus the water from the shower is not a good look. "I went out of the house like this?” I question, looking back at Presley while Shelby walks to the mirror and takes off the eye mask that she had tied around her mouth.
"I look like I got lip injections," she whines, turning to look at us.
"Yeah, on only one side," I joke, laughing. "And then chickened out for the other side."
"Okay." The makeup artist enters the room. "How are we doing?" She claps her hands, and the hairdresser behind her just gasps.
"It's like The Hangover without the face tattoo." She looks at all of us.
"And the tiger in the bathroom,” Presley deadpans, biting into her sausage biscuit.
"I need a shower,” Shelby says. "I feel like I partied hard last night."
"You did," I point out, sitting down next to Presley and grabbing a sandwich. "You were jumping on the bed singing ‘Girls Just Want to Have Fun.’" I laugh. "Mom came in and said the whole ceiling was shaking."
"And then she went into the bathroom and FaceTimed Ace,” Presley shares. "And tried to have phone sex with him, and he said he was hanging up on her." Shelby gasps, putting a hand to her mouth as she remembers.
"Then she cried that he didn't love her." I can't help the laugh that comes out of me.
"I did not cry," she denies, shaking her head.
"You did, and he had to call Mom to make sure you were okay." I roll my lips, thinking of what else she did.
"Then you went into the bath," Presley says, "fully clothed and started singing nobody knows my sorrow." I can't help but spit out my food. "‘Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen.’ While the rain shower poured down on you."
"I thought that was a dream,” Shelby says, sitting down on the couch in front of us. "It's all like a blur."
"If that doesn't say it was a perfect night." Presley sits up. "I don't know what does." She holds up her hand for me to give her a high five. I slap her hand, missing the first time but getting it the second. "Now, let's get this bitch married."
"Yes, let's," I agree, finishing the glass of champagne. "I'm getting married today." I clap my hands, not knowing what is to come.
Chapter 9
Clarabella
"How are you holding up?" Presley asks from beside me as she closes her eyes and gets her makeup done. She's in her peach satin robe with the word MOH on the back of it. I look down at my own white satin robe with the word BRIDE embroidered on the back.
"I'm feeling a million times better," I say, looking at my reflection in the mirror, which is night and day to how I started the morning. My raccoon eyes have been washed off, and my makeup is on point. My stomach even feels better, ever since I put some food into it, hopefully soaking up all the alcohol I drank last night. The flutters are there in full force, and I'm wondering if it's normal. I look over at Presley, taking a sip of my champagne. "I'm a bit nervous." I put my hand to my stomach when there is a knock on the door. I'm not going to even lie. Every single time there is a knock on the door, I expect it to be bad news. They say expect the unexpected until he slips on the wedding band, so I'm expecting the worst.