“You’re late,” Erik said before tucking his phone into his pocket. “It’s starting in a few. My brother and Harper are already inside.”
“Okay, let’s go then,” Tate said, cocking his head toward the wedding hall entrance. As the three men made their way inside, Tate noticed the second glances he and his friends were receiving. It was nice to be noticed, but he didn’t believe he was the one making the girls look twice. With a shake of his head, trying to find the confidence he knew he had, he returned a few of the smiles that came his way as he followed Erik and Phillip.
Once in their seats, two rows behind Jakob, Shea, their boss Eleanor Adler, and two other girls Tate didn’t recognize, the three men leaned back, scoping out the place. Lucas had told him that Fallon had gone nuts with the theme, and Tate could see he wasn’t kidding. A massive number of umbrellas hung from the ceiling. Lights hung from the inside, making it look as if it were raining, while rain did fall onto the umbrellas. How Fallon managed to do that was a mystery to him, but it looked awesome.
The altar area was done in white and champagne-colored sheer fabric; it was hung in different directions and filled with big white flowers. Tate didn’t know what kind they were, but they were beautiful. Things sparkled in various places along the fabric and flowers, catching his eye. Hanging above the altar were three more white umbrellas, bigger than the others, with large sparkling chandeliers beneath them. The aisle was covered with white flower petals along with more glitter and sparkle. Fallon sure did like things that sparkled, he thought. Overall, the hall was pretty impressive, and he couldn’t wait to see the bride. He knew she was going to outshine everything.
“Lucas wants me to meet his sister-in-law.”
Tate turned to see Phillip looking around the hall.
“Is she hot?” Erik asked.
“Apparently. I mean, look at Fallon, she is fucking hot as hell, so hopefully the sister is too,” Phillip said, turning on his hundred-watt smile.
Tate discreetly coughed before saying, “She’s my neighbor.”
Phillip laughed. “Well, expect to see me in the morning if she is hot. I don’t plan on going home alone tonight.”
Erik chuckled as Tate shook his head. Phillip would have sex with a rock, as long as it had bumps that looked like boobs. The dude was hopeless.
“Hey, Erik, that girl you were telling me about,” Phillip said. “Is that her?” Tate looked up to see him pointing ahead of them at a girl who sat beside Jakob. Her long brown hair went down past her bare shoulders in an elegant-looking braid.
Erik nodded, a slow, easy smile crossing his lips. “Yup, and she doesn’t give two shits about me.”
Phillip laughed as Tate asked, “Who is she?”
“My brother’s sister-in-law, Reese,” Erik said. “She just got back from New York and dude, she is fucking smoking.”
Phillip nodded as Tate craned his neck to get a better look. She was gorgeous, but Tate’s eyes were drawn to the girl beside Reese, who chose that moment to look behind her. She seemed to be a more petite version of Reese, and had intoxicating blue eyes.
“Who’s the girl beside her?” Tate found himself asking.
Erik shrugged a shoulder. “That’s her twin sister, Piper. She’s okay, I guess.”
“Okay?” Tate asked dumbfounded.
Was he crazy? The girl was gorgeous.