Page 23 of Pieces of Us
“What’s the deal with Lewis? I met him the first night with her and Mel, but he didn’t talk much.”
Marcus glances toward where the girls are dancing. “He’s an arrogant asshole.”
“That bad?”
“She deserves better, but it’s not my place to tell her that.”
I slap his shoulder. “It’s good that you’re there for her, though.”
“Yeah. Looked like you and Melonie made nice.”
“She apologized, and I think we’re finally going to move on from how we started off. I hope she was serious about it.”
“Melonie wouldn’t lie. I think you’re good.”
“I’m just glad it’s all in the past now.”
The rest of the group joins us from the dance floor, and the rest of the night was a success. We closed the bar down and got the ladies home safely. I walked a tipsy Mel up to her apartment, and she hugged me again before I left her.
I think we’ll be alright.
Chapter Thirteen
Melonie
“Ican’t believe you’re getting married today,” Gigi sobs into a tissue.
“Stop Gigi, you’re going to make me start to cry again and we’re about to do eyeliner.”
I watch them try to collect themselves and dab a tissue at the corner of my eye. I’m holding it all back right now because, unlike Audrey, my eyeliner is already done.
Emma, Jax’s sister, bursts into the room. “My brother is a mess over you, Audrey.”
Audrey laughs. “Why is he a mess?”
“He’s nervous. He’s worried you’ll come to your senses and run out the back door of the venue. He won’t even take a drinkof the whiskey that Marcus offered him. It’s fun seeing him like this.”
“He’ll get over it. And he doesn’t have to worry about a runaway bride. I’m tying him down whether he likes it or not.”
Emma nods her head. “I pretty much told him that. But he still looked a little sweaty.”
I check my phone. We have forty-five minutes until we need to go downstairs. “Alright ladies, we have thirty minutes. G, makeup done?”
Gigi double checks Audrey’s face one more time, dabbing a bit more highlighter on her left cheek. “Makeup done.”
“Audrey, bathroom before we put your dress on. Everyone else, bridesmaid dresses.”
The three women scatter, and I shuck off my robe to put on my dress. Audrey picked out the most gorgeous bridesmaids’ dresses I’ve ever worn at a wedding—smooth black matte satin, floor length, fitted bodice, but flowy and forgiving from the hips down. Gigi looks amazing with her red hair up and off her shoulders, different from her usual unruly mane of waves.
I grab the bag from the closet that holds Audrey’s dress. We haven’t seen it yet. Audrey being Audrey went dress shopping on an extended lunch break one day.
“Bathroom done, ready for the dress.” She walks toward me. “Emma, turn around.”
“Huh?” Emma looks confused.
“You’re not allowed to see my lingerie. It’s weird.”
We all laugh, because yeah, once Audrey takes her robe off, we understand why.
