Page 68 of Switchin' Lanes
Six weeks later
I wakeup to an empty bed. Diesel and Hollywood both had to work today and I wasn’t waking up as early as them. I haven’t gone to work all week because I’ve been feeling like death. I’ve woken up feeling nauseous every day for the past four days. The only things that have helped are sleeping and peppermint tea. But the tea only helps if I keep drinking it. I’ll be drinking it all day today because today is the final fitting for my bridesmaid dress for Marley’s wedding. I should be able to bring it home today, too.
I climb out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. I take my time brushing my teeth so I don’t end up with my face in the toilet, dry heaving. When I’m done, I go back to my room to change. Diesel has been taking Belle with him to Savage Repairs so I’m able to nap throughout the day. He and Hollywood have been saints with me this week. I’m not sure what’s going on with myself, but they’ve taken care of me every day, without a fuss.
I slip out of my pajamas and slide on some cropped leggings and an oversized t-shirt. Cute and comfy. I fluff up my hair, grab my phone, and walk out to the living room. Aria touched up my pink a couple days ago so it would be ready for the wedding on Saturday. I’m so excited for Marley and Rascal to get married.
Grabbing my car keys and a bottle of peppermint tea Diesel made for me, I shoot Diesel and Hollywood a text, letting them know I’m leaving to meet up with the girls. The plan is to go try on our dresses one last time, then grab a bite to eat. Hopefully, the nausea will subside long enough for me to eat.
I arrive at the bridal shop twenty minutes later. Marley and Minx are already here. Marley was able to pick up her dress over the weekend, so we’re here strictly for the bridesmaid dresses. I was chosen to be her maid of honor. I park my car and climb out, meeting them by the front door of the bridal shop.
“Hey, Tink!” Marley wraps me in a hug. “Feeling any better today?”
“Not really, but I’m pushing through.”
“Are you pregnant?” Minx bursts out.
“Minx!” Marley slaps her arm.
“What? It’s a serious question.” She turns back to me, waiting for an answer. Before I get a chance to respond, Sienna and Cali walk up. “We’ll talk more later.”
“Who’s ready for their last fitting?” Marley grins.
“Can you believe you’re getting married intwodays?” Sienna giggles.
“Honestly, it’s still so surreal. I probably still won’t believe it when I’m standing in front of him saying our vows.” Marley laughs.
We walk into the shop and the woman who helps us every time walks right up to us.
“Welcome, ladies! I have your dresses ready in fitting rooms for you. Ready to see them,” she asks.
There’s a round of yeses and head nods. She takes us back, showing each of us to our fitting room while Marley takes a front-row seat to wait for us to change. This shop has hundreds of different styles of dresses from Azazie. It was hard for us to choose the dresses we liked best. Marley only cared about the color of the dresses and let us pick a style that we like best. Sienna and I will be wearing dusty rose-colored dresses and Minx and Cali will be wearing a dusty sage. I get changed and walk out of the fitting room.
“Oh, Tink! It’s perfect!” Marley gushes. “How do you like it?”
“I love it! And it fits like a glove.”
One by one the other girls come out in their dresses, too. Everyone is more than happy with their dresses. We all four picked some kind of spaghetti strap dress, yet they’re all still so different, like each of us.
