Page 123 of Six Month Wife
I tap the satin-wrapped heel of my shoe on the floor. “Parker and I had enough drama to last a lifetime. I’m good with calm today. Though my left boob is currently waging war against this corset, so we’re not totally out of the woods.”
Jenna grins. “Yeah, I won’t disagree with you there.”
Jenna eyes the mountain of gift bags in the corner, one of which is stamped withNordstrom’ssignature black logo. She tips her head toward it.
“Just casually flexing your nationwide rollout, huh?”
I smirk, blotting my lipstick, keeping one eye on her through the mirror and one on my lips. “I’ve never been subtle. I’m pretty proud of that deal. There were times I didn’t think it would happen.”
“I never doubted you. You’re a badass in every possible way. And today you’re going to marry the hottest manalive, who oozes love for you. Your high school vision board must have burst into flames.”
“I didn’t even have a vision board,” I say, twisting to face her. “I had a panic disorder and a Pinterest account.”
She laughs, then grabs both my hands, her tone dipping softly. “You built this entire life. From a dream and hard work to a flagship spa in Palm Beach. Now Nordstrom. And Parker.”
She trails off, eyes a little glossy. I pretend not to notice because I don’t need anything else making me emotional today.
“I know,” I say. “It’s a lot.”
“It’s everything,” she says. “And you earned every inch of it.”
Jenna pulls a piece of fuzz from my veil, then steps back, eyes scanning me like she’s memorizing it.
“You ready to give everyone we’ve all been dreaming about for the last eighteen months?”
I nod once, without any hesitation. “Hell yeah, I’m ready.”
A knock at the door breaks the moment. “Ten minutes,” Kelsey, the wedding planner, calls from outside the room.
Jenna exhales like she’s been holding it all in. “Okay. It’s showtime, beautiful.”
I catch her wrist before she turns. “Hey. Thanks for surviving the first round with me. I couldn’t have done all of this without you.”
She grins. “Round one was a wild ride.”
Then her voice softens. “I can’t wait to see what you two do next. You can’t get rid of me, you know that, right? I’ll always be here for you.”
She squeezes my hand once before heading for thedoor and disappearing to join the rest of the wedding party for their procession.
The door clicks shut behind her, and then it opens again before I have a moment to catch my breath.
“Adair?” It’s Kelsey. She’s calm, clipboard in one hand, headset slightly askew. “It’s go-time.”
I nod, suddenly breathless. “Okay. I’m good. I’m?—”
“You’re golden,” she cuts in gently, smiling. “Deep breath. Just like rehearsal yesterday. We’ll walk to the top of the aisle, Cam meets you there, then magic.”
I follow her down the hall, the sound of the quartet swelling as we near the doors. My dress swishes against the floor. My heart’s playing double-time in my chest.
She pauses before the entrance, then turns to me one last time. “You’ve got this. And for what it’s worth?” She gives me a quick wink. “He looked wrecked the second he saw the aisle. In a good way.”
I laugh. “Fantastic. Wreck him.”
“That’s the spirit.”
She slips away with professional stealth, leaving me at the threshold.
I take one breath, adjust my veil, and step forward.
