“Logan, seriously. Look at me.”
Leah sounded pretty damn serious, so I did as I was told and met her gaze. I’d learned to not mess with Leah. She could be kind of scary.
“Garrett, go take Logan out for drinks or something. I’ve got it from here.”
“Wait, what?”
“You’re dismissed. Didn’t you hear me the first time?”
“Uh..”
“Go do dude stuff, and I will handle the distraught bride. I’m pretty sure I can find a wedding dress a lot faster than you can! We’ll meet
you for dinner!”
And just like that, Leah saved the day.
Clare
“Okay, get up,” Leah said, pulling my arm in a vain attempt to get my ass out of the lounge chair I was currently occupying.
“Nooo….I don’t want to,” I whined.
She looked at the little table next to my lounger and laughed.
“How many of those fruity cocktails have you had, Clare Bear?”
“Um…two, maybe?” I hiccupped a bit, and laughed. Okay, maybe a bit more than two.
“Was your plan to drink yourself a new wedding dress?”
I slumped back into my cozy lounge chair, enjoying the feel of the warm sun on my bare skin. After we arrived at the resort, a truly
breathtaking place I might add, I dropped my ruined wedding dress in our suite and decided to take my sorrows poolside. The pool had sweeping,
endless views of the ocean and the water seemed to disappear right into the blue horizon. Maddie was enjoying the kid’s day program the resort
offered, and I figured putting on my bikini and ordering a few drinks might improve my sour mood.
At least I was giggling and my mood felt a bit lighter. That was an improvement.
“No, but what am I supposed to do, Leah? Do you see a wedding shop here?” I asked, sweeping my hands in a grand gesture to point out the
obvious. We were in paradise. There were bars, restaurants and tourist traps, but definitely no places to buy a wedding gown. I was screwed.
Maybe I should just get married in that burlap sack Logan mentioned…or a bikini. He’d definitely like that a lot more than a sack.
“What are you grinning about?”
“What? Nothing.”
“Shit, you’re totally tossed.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Nuh uh,” I argued, but the words slurred and totally ruined my argument. I laughed.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Clare!” she said, trying not to grin. I could see she was trying to be serious, but she was doing a terrible job of it
because the corners of her mouth were struggling to stay turned down and she finally had to turn away.
“Come on, Leah! Have a drink with me! My wedding is ruined…let’s get drunk! Well, I mean I’m already there…so you just need to catch up!”
She whipped her head around and planted her sundress clad body on the lounger next to mine. Her blonde hair and sun kissed legs looked right at
home in this tropical location. I, on the other hand, with my freckled pale skin and red hair, looked like I hopped on the wrong plane. The
only way I could stand the sun was slathering on four layers of sunscreen and wearing a huge floppy hat.
“You two are going to drive me insane by the end of the week. Listen to me, your wedding is not ruined. You had a setback, that’s it. We are
going to get a driver and I’m going to talk to the concierge and we are going to find you a dress, come hell or high water. Got it?”
Snorting and trying to mask my laughter, I nodded; Bossy Leah always cracked me up. I loved her to death and she always managed to take charge
when needed, but when she took on her alter ego and started barking orders and taking charge, I couldn’t help but grin. It reminded me of the
little girl who stood up for me in that cafeteria so many years ago and instantly became my lifelong best friend.
“So, get your cute ass upstairs, change, and meet me in the lobby in fifteen minutes!”
“Yes, Ma’am!”
“And I’ll get you some coffee.”
“I like sugar!” I sung, as I started for the sliding door back into the hotel.
“Mmmhmm…I know. And for fuck’s sakes, wrap a towel around that shit before your fiancé has to kill half the crew for hitting on you.”
“Oh,” I laughed. “Oops.”
I grabbed a towel from the stack next to the door, and wrapped it around my scantily clad body. The last thing I saw was Leah shaking her head
and laughing as I haphazardly made my way back to my hotel room.
“Drink it all,” Leah said, shoving a huge cup of coffee in my hand as I walked out of the elevator fifteen minutes later. Dressed in jean
shorts and a green tank top, I was ready for whatever adventure she’d mapped out for us. I tried to have faith, but I was really doubting that
I’d be able to find a new dress with such limited time before the big day. I’d barely been able to find the first dress, having just enough
time to visit two stores in a single afternoon. The dress I’d bought was off the rack, of course, and one of the few in my size. It was
beautiful, well…not anymore.
“Yes, Ma’am!” I said again, snickering.