Page 70 of Playful Kris

Well, she’s super slutty and I was kinda drunk… and she basically tried to sit in his lap right in front of me and everyone else we were with. So, I just told her I was going to beat her ass if she didn’t stop.

Cora

Is she there today?

I look up, glancing around the room as more people flood into the room, cutting it closer to the ceremony time. I’m searching for Kris’ dad, but I don’t see him anywhere, but my eyes fall on the one person in the room staring at me.

Bingo. Lauren is here.

Along with her nasty snarling lip and her death glare.

Me

Oh, she made it. She’s pissed at me.

Cora

What did his dad think about all of it?

Me

You know? I didn’t really do a lot of talking about Lauren and his dad last night. We had other things on our minds.

Cora

Ew. Her name is Lauren.

And I bet your mind was preoccupied.

The music begins to softly play, and I completely missed the large double doors closing.

Me

I’ll text later. Wedding is starting.

I don’t wait for a response, I shove my phone back into my wallet and sit it on my lap. A door to the right of the stage opens, and Kaleb steps in first. He’s dressed similar to Kris, but his tie matches the colors of the wedding. Kris steps inside next, followed by a few of the others in the wedding party. I guess the girls are walking alone.

Kris’ eyes bounce around the room, only settling once they’ve landed on me. His face softens as he stares at me, his lip tilting slightly into a grin. I don’t watch a single bridesmaid walk down the aisle. I even miss the ring bearer and flower girl.

But for Ruby, I painfully pull my gaze away from Kris and watch her walk toward her future with tears in her eyes. Kaleb sucks in a breath that the entire room can hear before he gets choked up slightly. Kris tries to comfort him, but you can tell there is no calming that. It’s just love.

I watch the entire ceremony, and my mind wanders to what my wedding day will look like. What kind of dress will I wear? What season will it be? Who will it be?

I hear the two exchanging their vows and my eyes drift to Kris, and I’m stunned to find him staring at me again. Almost like he’s feeling all the same emotions that I’m feeling.

Weddings have always been one of my favorite things to attend. The love in the air at a wedding is unmatched.

Kris’ eyes never leave mine as they finish their vows, as the preacher instructs them to slide their rings on each other’s fingers, as he announces them as man and wife. The only time they part from me is when he walks down the aisle behind his brother and out of sight. My chest tightens, and I’m suddenly nervous for what tomorrow brings.

Because tomorrow, we drive home.

Tomorrow we return to normal.

And sadly, I’ll probably never see Kris again after our Christmas Bazaar.

Slowly, everyone in the venue begins to stand, making their way out of their seats and toward the exit so we can all get to the reception. Everyone shuffles into a room similar to the one the rehearsal was held in, just twice as large.

Their large wedding cake is in the center of the room. It’s untraditional, with pictures of the two of them printed all over it.

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