Page 18 of Wyatt & Weston
“Or Daisy Dukes.” Hadley holds up the shorts and shirt.
They all look cute, but I’ve been in jeans all day, something flowy might be nice. “Dress for sure.” I point to Sophia.
“Good choice.” She laughs. “Which one?”
The pure white sundress has cute patterns on it with slightly puffy off-the-shoulder sleeves and flows down to about knee length. “That one.”
“Girl, you are going to drive the boys wild in that.” Hadley grins wide. “I can’t wait to see my brothers’ tongues hanging out of their mouths.”
My cheeks heat. “I don’t care what they think.” I take the dress and walk over to the full-length mirror. “I’m just looking to have some drinks, dancing, and a fun time.”
“Mhhmm,” Hadley says, amused. “You know, we won’t judge you if you get your flirt on with the twins right?”
“I know,” I whisper, chewing the inside of my cheek.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened with you and your husband?” Sophia asks.
I sigh, gathering the dress in my arms and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “First off, I don’t want you to think I don’t value marriage and love and all that amazing stuff,” I whisper. “The thing is, Greg and I might be married, but it’s paper only. There’s no love there, never has been.”
“Then why did you get married?” Sophia’s brows scrunch together.
“Because of the world we come from.” I shrug. “I learned from a young age that any idea of falling in love and being happy was not in the cards for me. I was already signed away to be married off to the son of whatever family my father chose for me.”
“That’s horrible,” Hadley mutters. “Couldn’t you have told him no?”
“I could have.” I nod. “But then I’d risk losing my money and becoming an outcast to my family. As messed up as their ways are, I still love my mom. I love my dad too, but we’re not close. It’s like they tried to make it so that I’d rely on them to take care of me. Didn’t always work because I did have a mind of my own, much to their displeasure. I might be a rich city girl, but I never felt like I belonged there.”
“Where do you feel like you do belong?” Hadley asks.
“Call me crazy, but here.” I laugh like it’s the craziest thing I could say. “It’s only been two days, not even, and I’ve felt morealive, more free than I’ve ever felt in my life. And the two weeks are looming over me. I don’t want to go back. Not yet anyways.”
“You could always stay,” Hadley says. “We’re always looking for help around the ranch.”
“Thanks.” I give her a small smile. “I wish it was that easy.”
Sadly, I’d have to deal with my life back home at some point. I can’t hide here forever, can I?
“So, if your parents are determined to marry you off to someone of their choosing, what do they think of you getting a divorce?”
“Not too happy. But there was a clause put in place. If either of us cheated, it gave the other one an out. He cheated. God knows for how long. So, I have every right to leave him and I plan to.”
“So you're free then?” Sophia adds, smiling.
“Maybe? I still have to talk to my parents about everything. Knowing my dad, he probably is already searching for a new husband for me. But, someone who would take damaged goods because a divorce under my belt after only a few weeks doesn’t make me prime pickings.” I roll my eyes.
“Girl. You need to get out of that life and run. Run far.” Hadley blows out a breath.
“Anyways.” I force a smile, wishing so much I could do what she just suggested. “I have two weeks of having fun and doing whatever the hell I want.” I grin.
“Hell yeah, you do,” Hadley says excitedly. “Let's get you all dolled up and go drinking.”
An hour later, we’re all dressed up and I catch a ride with Hadley in her Jeep. She said the guys had to take care of something down at the bar and would meet us there. Honestly, I’m glad because it gave me a little bit more time to relax before I saw them.
When we get to the bar, the parking lot is packed. The music flows out of the open bar door, people hanging out having a smoke, laughing, chatting.
“Hope you're ready to get drunk tonight, baby.” Hadley laughs, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. “I sure know I am.”
We stop just before the front door. “If you're looking to make my brothers jealous, don’t dance with another man, come grab me.” She grins wickedly.
