Page 28 of Misrule
“I think it’s a wonderful idea to include her,” Meggie threw out. “She’s still Johnnie’s wife. Still a part of the family.”
When no one responded to Meggie, Zoann looked between Roxy and Bailey. “What are the wedding colors?”
“We still deciding on the colors,” Roxy said.
Bailey nodded. “I want gold and white.”
“I look too washed out in gold, sugar,” Roxy protested. “That’s why I want scarlet and white.”
“Why not both?” Bunny asked. “It could be a very elegant, very regal wedding with the right shades of silver and gold.”
That was an idea. The bridesmaids could alternate in each color in the lineup, as long as the dress styles were the same or similar. It could work.
“We’re talking to Father Wilkins soon,” Bailey said, almost unable to contain her excitement. “We want the ceremony at the church.”
“Fuck me. Not only do I gotta wear a fuckin’ monkey suit, I gotta deal with that lil’ fat motherfucker?” Outlaw asked in outrage. “What the fuck I ever do to you and your Ma, Bailey? Why you puttin’ me through that fuckin’ torture?”
“If there are too many pitfalls for you to handle, we’d understand if you backed out,” Knox said casually.
Roxy frowned at Knox.
“A-fuckin-gain, Knox, I ain’t fuckin’ talkin’ to you,” Outlaw gritted.
Knox glared at Outlaw, so Roxy decided to intervene.
“Girls, we all need to meet,” she said. “Come up with menus. Set a budget. Look at dress styles.”
“It’s your wedding, sweetheart,” Knox said. “You and Bailey don’t need their input for your big day.”
“Yes, we do,” Roxy answered. “Me and Bailey already talked about it. It’s going to be a big ceremony. We need help.”
“Hire a wedding planner,” he said flatly.
“We don’t want a wedding planner, Knox.” Bailey gave Roxy an uneasy look. “We want a planning committee with the family.”
“Yeah, Knox,” Roxy said in warning. She didn’t like that it sounded as if he was looking for ways to shut everybody out. “A wedding planner would be a waste of time.”
“We also need to plan a bachelorette party,” Zoann chuckled.
“Oh, yeah,” Bailey agreed happily. “Meggie has to plan it.”
Roxy had heard all about the bachelorette party Meggie had planned for Bunny. Strippers and stripper poles and alcohol. Oh, yeah, Meggie could definitely plan the party.
“I’ll be happy to,” Meggie said with a smile.
“That mean you and Mortician get to have a bachelor party, Knox,” Val declared.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Digger grabbed his beer bottle and swigged from it, then pounded on his chest and belched. “Don’t worry, ladies, we not having too many strippers.”
“Neither will we,” Meggie retorted, earning a scowl from Outlaw.
“We not havin’ no fuckin’ naked bitches at the bachelor party, Megan, so you ain’t havin’ no naked motherfuckers at Roxy party.”
Meggie gave her husband a serene smile.
In six months, all this planning would become a reality. There’d be parties and rehearsals and joy. Roxy’s thoughts slammed to a halt. There’d also be the club and business and whatever came up. Bloodshed and biker wars…
Roxy wanted to curtail an unforeseen event that would ruin the big day. “I have one final request.”
