Page 68 of You, Me, and Forever

I need to make a few small tweaks.

This was her favorite saying. And the tweaks were never small. She’d already changed her wedding colors, guest list size, and menu. Luckily, my father was the caterer, and he was flexible, as long as he had time to make the adjustments.

“We’re really close to the big day, Tracy, so making tweaks at this point is not going to be possible.”

“Well, too bad, so sad. It’s happening. I’m changing the wedding party. Bethany is out.”

“Bethany Wilson? Your maid of honor?” I asked, not hiding my surprise.

“Yes. She cut her hair. She cut her freaking hair before my wedding day, without checking with me!” she shouted.

Like my bestie had stated, this woman was bringing the “bridezilla” concept to a whole new level.

I glanced over at Bryan, still completely disengaged.

“Tracy, I think the wedding nerves are just getting to you. I’m sure Bethany’s hair is fine. We have a fabulous stylist who’s going to be doing everyone’s hair on the big day. She will be able to work with whatever length she needs to.”

“She cut off an inch. An inch!” she shrieked. “I’m sure her bun will be completely fucked now!”

Days like this made me question my career choice. I questioned if being a therapist would have been a more fitting route to take.

“So it’s basically a trim?” I said, keeping my tone completely even. “Her hair is long; an inch is not going to be a big deal.”

“No offense, Montana, but if you were in my wedding, I’d insist you wore hair extensions because your hair is just past your shoulders. Sure, it’s thick and lovely, but it’s not as long as what I prefer. Thatlength just doesn’t make for a nice bun. And Bethany’s hair is already thin, and now her bun will look like shit.”

No offense, Tracy, but being in your wedding is not on my list of life goals.

She was not someone I would have the patience to be friends with.

But she was a client, and I was a professional, so I’d keep my mouth closed.

I let out a breath, making an effort to keep my tone even. “Everyone will be looking at you. So I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“They will, won’t they? I mean, look at me.” She shrugged. “I was meant to be a bride. I’ve got the hair. The face. The body.”

The ego.

Quite possibly the most annoying personality on the planet.

“Yes. You’re stunning.” I glanced over at her groom, and I suddenly felt annoyed that I had to deal with her while he got to stare at his phone. “I’m sure Bryan agrees.”

His head popped up. “Yes, baby. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. And Bethany’s bun is fucking tragic.”

I wanted to roll my eyes at how well trained he was.

The man would say anything to avoid her wrath.

I’d witnessed her lose her shit on him more than once, and he was clearly doing whatever it took to keep the peace.

“And this is why we’re together. You just get me, baby,” she purred.

I shot him a look. I needed him to get on board.

Throw me a bone.

Help me out.

Because once Tracy started spiraling, there was no bringing her back to baseline.

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