Holding my hands up, I said, “I swear I’ll be good.”
“She will,” Logan’s sister, Cassie, said pulling my arm. She’d been in the ceremony room all morning making sure it looked perfect.
“See, Cass will kick my arse if I’m bad.”
Taking a deep breath, Chloe nodded. “Okay. I’m ready. God, I am so ready for this.”
“Then less chatting and more walking, sister!” I said, pulling Cassie towards the door. We were going in first and then Chloe would follow.
“You’re not really going to dance, are you?” Cassie asked as we lined up beside the open door, ready for the music – our cue.
“Oh my God, you don’t even know how tempting it is since she forbid it.”
Cassie laughed and shook her head. “If it wouldn’t ruin her day I might’ve done it.”
“What? You?”
Slapping my arm gently, she said, “I can do crazy, spontaneous things too.”
“Oh really? Perhaps you should be proving that tonight.”
“How?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something. Or someone.”
Her mouth popped open as if I’d just suggested she walked down the aisle naked. It was going to be interesting seeing what she’d come up with because casual sex was clearly an alien thing to her.
The music started and I gave Chloe an encouraging smile before walking into the room with Miss Spontaneity in Training.
Nell
Cassie and I walked down the aisle at the designated pace. Heaven fucking forbid we messed up the timings.
“Almost there,” Cassie whispered, smiling a bit psychotically. That basically meant don’t dance or skip or do anything but carefully put one foot in front of the other. When people really didn’t want me to do something it was very hard not to… Perhaps one day I’d be a grown up.
We reached the end and stood to the side, waiting for Chlo. Her extra special music started and she appeared in the doorway with her dad. I watched Logan as he first caught a glimpse of her and my heart melted in a puddle.
Chloe beamed as she watched Logan and walked towards him. Cass was already crying. I didn’t feel like crying, although I was mega happy for her.
The venue was grand but they’d opted for a short and sweet ceremony that I really appreciated. I wasn’t anti-love or anything but having people harp on about love and marriage for an hour like they did in church weddings, made me want to stick my head in a blender.
Everyone’s eyes were glued on the happy couple. Everyone but Damon’s. That little shit stared at me like I was ESPN. I could feel him watching me and it made me self-conscious. I didn’t mind him checking me out, in fact I’d be insulted if he didn’t, but this was on a whole new level of creep that I wasn’t used to. And maybe I kind of loved it a little bit.
Chloe and Logan led the way out of the ceremony room as husband and wife, and Cass and I followed. We went to the reception room next door for drinks and photos before dinner. I headed straight for the free alcohol.
“Thank you,” I said as I was handed a glass of champagne.
A hand – which I knew belonged to Damon – wrapped around my waist from behind. “You look fucking edible,” he growled into my ear.
Chloe’s great grandmother’s mouth popped open and she walked off, very slowly and very offended. Damon didn’t even seem to notice and I didn’t particularly care.
“Am I now?” I said, sipping the champagne.
“If I didn’t think Chloe would kill me I’d drop to my knees right now.”
Turning in his arms, I glared. “Let’s not do this now, we have a whole afternoon to get through before I can have my wicked way with you.”
“Your wicked way with me, huh? What do you have planned, Presley?”
“Now that would be telling, but I do know there’s chocolate mousse for dessert and I don’t plan on eating it off the plate.”
His breathing got a little heavier. “I think I’m going to like your plan.”
“You most definitely will. Do you want champagne?”
“I’d rather drink piss. Which isn’t too unlike champagne. I’ll go to the bar and grab a beer.” He let go around my waist and took my hand. Guess I was going too. “Do you want anything else?”
“Nah, I’m good with champagne, thanks.”
“You’re not fussy as long as it gets you drunk, are you?”
“Not one bit.”
Laughing, he tugged me closer to him and kissed the top of my head. I liked that a lot, it made me feel cherished.
“How long do you think the photos will take?” I asked as we propped up against the bar. This was pretty much where we’d stay until we had to go in for dinner.
“Fucking ages. You’re going to have to be in a lot of them.”
“What?” I groaned. “Seriously?”
“They’re probably going to want their bridesmaid in the photos,” he said dryly.