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 knew it,” Presley gloats. “I fucking called it."
"What are you talking about?" Luke says, and I take a deep breath.
"I had the big wedding planned," I remind him.
"I know, I drove you away from it," he says, putting his hands on his hips.
"What she's trying to say is that she had the big wedding, and now all she wants to do is get married,” my mother says, stepping forward, smiling at me with big tears in her eyes.
"I mean, we already have food for the engagement party,” Luke says, and I just stare at him in shock. “And your sisters already had the decorations brought down."
"And I might have snuck in a dress,” Presley admits, and all I can do is stare in shock.
I hold up my hand. “Where is this celebration taking place?" I ask.
"Come this way." Luke holds out his hand for me, and I walk to him, and he slips the ring on my finger. “Now it's official." I shake my head as I follow him out and walk down the stairs as he walks toward the path that we hike in, an arch of white and green flowers leads into where the reception is supposed to happen. “What the fuck?" He gasps, and I look around the clearing in the middle of the forest surrounded by trees, and tables are set up. Huge moss-like flowers sit in the middle of the tables surrounded by white roses, and what looks like tree branches are in the middle of five round tables with dark green tablecloths that fill the empty space. White place settings are set up with sage-green napkins on each plate. White vine leaves drape over us as if they are falling onto lanterns to light up the area. It's the most romantic thing I've ever seen. "You told me that you would handle it."
"And we did,” Presley confirms. “You are lucky that we couldn't put candles all around this place." She puts her hands on her hips. "We also have enough flowers left over to make a nice archway.”
"We need to get someone to marry you,” Shelby states. “And there is no service."
"I'm ordained." Presley sticks her hand up, and Luke just stares at her in shock. “Two years ago, the officiant was in a car accident, and well, I had to save the day."
"There isn't anything we can't do,” Shelby declares, and I clap my hands.
"Then let’s get married,” Luke says.
"Are you sure?" Harlow asks me. “This may delay naked weekend by like eight hours."
"That's a deal breaker for me," I joke. “We could get married naked."
"I just threw up in my mouth,” Travis says, putting a fist to his mouth. “And now I need booze to take the image out of my head."
"Oh my God, are you really doing this?" my mother asks. “Not the naked part." She shakes her head. “But are you really, really going to get married here?"
I look over at Luke, and everything in me calms down. “There has never been anything that I have been surer about in my life." I smile at him.
"Really?" Presley says, and Shelby slaps her arm. “What? I'm just asking. She literally was going to get married this year to someone else."
"Presley,” my mother scolds between clenched teeth, but nothing could stop the smile that fills my face.
"Let's go, people. You have thirty minutes!” I shout and turn to walk back to the house.
"How are we going to do this?" Travis says, and in three minutes, Shelby and Presley have given out orders.
"The dress is in the bedroom hanging in the closet,” Presley explains when we walk into the bedroom. She walks over and grabs a couple of black garment bags and turns to Luke. “You can have the bathroom, and then you leave." She looks at him. “Immediately leave." Then she hands one to Travis and Ace. “You follow him." Then she motions with her head to Harlow and my mother. “If you don't have a vagina, you are not allowed in this room." She slams the door in the guys’ faces. "Now, where were we?" She looks at me. “I want to say, thank God you washed your hair."
Everything is a blur after that moment and the only moment I will remember is when she takes my dress out, and I get tears. “How did you know?" I ask my sister.
"You spent way too much time looking at it when we went to the store last month,” Presley replies.
"It was the only dress that you went up to and touched,” Shelby adds, smiling. Last month, we had to go and help a bride pick out a dress, and the minute I saw this dress hanging, I envisioned myself wearing it. "Now, let's get you dressed."
I walk over to the dress and step into it as I pull it up and hold the front to my chest. It's got a sweetheart neckline, and the top half is an ivory satin. I slip my hands into the off-the-shoulder big puffy chiffon sleeves. My sisters tie the three buttons in the back, and when I look down at the multi-layered chiffon bottom, I feel like a princess. My mother buttons one cuff at my wrist, and Harlow buttons the second one. “This is the one," I say, putting my hand to my stomach.