Page 93 of How to Ruin Your Ex's Wedding
We are next in line.
“That will be too late,” I say, taking a deep breath and an even deeper chance. “It’s the bride I need to see. I have to tell her I love her before she makes the biggest mistake of her life.”
“Ohmigod, that’s so sweet,” both girls enthuse. “How romantic.”
We make it to the invitation checker. The tall girl hands over their invitation.
“Identification, please,” the invitation checker asks.
What? How did I miss that? He checks the IDs of both girls and ushers them through.
“He’s with us,” the short one says as they pass. I pull out my ID and hand it to him. He flips through his pages and hands it back to me.
“You aren’t on the list, sorry.” He looks up. “And you don’t have an invitation. I already told you, buddy. Get lost.”
“You don’t understand,” I start to say, just as the ferry whistle booms and the vessel begins to move away from us. The girls wave to me from the departing ferry.
“Good luck,” one of them yells.
I’m tempted to do one of those running jumps, but there doesn’t seem to be much of a landing pad on the other side.
The invitation checker looks at me, points back to the private event sign, and says, “You can go at four o’clock.”
I immediately call Gregor to tell him what’s happened. I may need him to intervene for me.
Straight to voicemail.
I text him.
ME: Call me. 9-1-1.
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Tabatha
I haven’t heard from Hunter all day. Which surprises me and doesn’t at the same time. I thought for sure he would have responded to my text about the roses. It was such a romantic and thoughtful gesture on his part. I expected it would reopen the lines of communication between us. But now, with only fifteen minutes before the ceremony, I know that I won’t talk to him until I meet him at the end of the aisle.
Which I’ve determined I am okay with.
The girls and I have had a fantastic day and I’m still feeling positive about everything. We relaxed most of the morning with mimosas and massages. Maisey joined us in the early afternoon when we all ate a light lunch with salads and cucumber water, then a little more champagne. Not so much that we were drunk, or even close, but just enough to keep the edge off.
We all look amazing, thanks to Maisey, who just left to go downstairs to look for Gregor. I check my reflection one more time in the mirror to make sure everything is in place. My hair is in a semi-loose updo, with a few strands falling down around my face, and the rest looking almost like it’s about to fall down. Even though it’s not going anywhere, because Maisey is a genius. She weaved some light gold thread pieces through my hair that glint in the light and match the dress.
My makeup is a fresh and natural kind of dewy look, with some gold highlighting to complement the dress. A soft pink gloss on my lips and just enough on my eyes to make them pop. The overall look is a glam boho-chic. In truth, I’ve never felt more beautiful.
“You look incredible,” Crystal says.
“Thank you, I feel good in this dress.” I turn to look at both Crystal and Angela. “Oh, you guys look so beautiful!”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I didn’t look this good on my own wedding day,” Crystal says, turning from the side to front and back again in the full-length mirror, checking her entire reflection out.
“You ready for this?” Angela asks.
There’s a quick knock on the door, and it opens before I can say anything. Liza pokes her head in. “Ladies, are we ready to head down?”
I ignore the lead ball that drops in my stomach and nod in response.
“I’ll see you down there in five,” she says as she backs away and closes the door.
