“A toast,” Brick raises his shot glass and we clink. Yep, it’s tequila. It burns as it goes down my throat.
“Let’s get ready, cowboy, your cowgirl awaits,” Brick cheers.
I can’t wait to see her at the end of the aisle.
Chapter Forty-Three
Ever
Today is my wedding day. The day I’ve been dreaming about since I was five. Okay, that might sound weird since Memphis was a teenager and I was sporting pigtails. But still, he’s the one.
“Oh my,” Ariel startles me from the door.
“Do you like it?” I twirl around in my gown.
“Like? I love it.”
It’s a simple gown, fitted in the bodice, and flows down, and backless with lace. Anne found it for me. I didn’t even try it on to know it’s the one.
“Oh my,” Ivy says and I giggle.
“That’s the same thing I said,” Ariel smiles.
“Memphis will be blown away,” Ivy agrees.
“Thank you for your help,” I start to tear up.
“Nope, none of that,” Ariel pulls a little table in and I can see glasses and a bottle.
“What’s that?”
“We’re toasting. And this is champagne.”
“What are we toasting to?” She throws me a look which I interpret as I’m being silly.
“To new friends, to new lives, and loves,” Ariel states, handing glasses around.
“I have dreamed about this day and I never thought it would come.”
“And here we are,” Ivy smiles at me.
“What did I miss?” Skye bounds in, holding a present.
“Nothing. We were just getting ready to toast,” Ivy hands her a glass.
“What’s in the box?”
“A little of everything,” she replies coyly.
“Weirdo. But thank you guys, really. So much has happened in our lives, definitely in my life, and I'm glad that I have friends like you."
Skye looks away.
“Yes, Skye, even you. We’ve come a long way and I will always be here if you need me.”
“Same for me,” Ariel and Ivy say at the same time.
“Thank you, Ever. It means a lot that you’ve included me.”