Page 103 of Love You, Mean It
“Nope. She robbed several of the guys. She stole their credit cards, a couple watches, and she even took Ralph’s cell phone and tried to blackmail them with the photos on his phone from the bachelor party.”
I’d gotten the whole rundown from my brothers last night.
“That’s so savage,” Montana said.
“Well, they caught her, because she didn’t turn her location off on Ralph’s cell phone, so he was able to track her down.”
“Where’d they find her?” Blakely asked.
“The strip club she works at. The jackasses never thought to try that first.” I rolled my eyes. “They got everything back, aside from the money she’d spent on bagels and Starbucks with the cash from Robby’s wallet, along with his dignity.”
More laughter.
“Okay. One crisis averted. Let’s go get ready for this wedding,” Montana said as thunder boomed in the distance.
“She’s really not moving the ceremony into the tented area?” Blakely asked, shaking her head. “The rain is coming.”
“Nope. I’ve tried to convince her, but she’s stubborn. I’ll go try again, and I’ll call you if I can persuade her to do it. We’d just need to get all the chairs moved inside the tented area.”
“Got it,” they said in unison, and we all went our separate ways.
Duty called.
The last hour before a wedding was always filled with challenges.
But this wedding would go down in the books as the most eventful.
The guests started arriving. They were led to their seats outside, since Velveteen had refused to move it inside. Never mind the fact that a black cloud hung above the chairs; she was determined to have the wedding outside.
“We cannot have this outdoors, Vi,” Montana said into my headset.
“Listen, I tried. This is her day. She refused to have the chairs moved into the tented area. She said she’d take her chances.” I kept my tone down as I stopped at the bride’s suite to get the wedding party ready to line up, while Montana went to get the groomsmen.
“It’s game time, ladies,” I said.
Paris gave me a look that let me know the shit was about to hit the fan.
Literally and figuratively.
“Violet, I need you!” Missy shouted from the bathroom. “Grandma Helen has the shits.”
Grandma Helen was Missy’s mother, and she was far too sweet to have given birth to Satan’s spawn. I’d spent several holidays with her, and she was always kind to me.
“Get lined up and ready to go,” I said, directing Velveteen and her bridesmaids to the door as I hurried to the bathroom.
Sweet Grandma Helen was sitting on the shitter smiling, like she was enjoying this, which only made me laugh.
“Is this comical to you?” Missy hissed at me.
“I mean. Everything seems okay, aside from you appearing unhinged,” I said before turning my attention to the elderly woman on the toilet. “Are you all done?”
“I think it was that mac and cheese I had for lunch. Everybody poops. My daughter is such an overreactor,” Grandma Helen said as she struggled to stand.
“I’m sorry, Mother,” Missy said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “They need you to be seated now, and I do not have time to deal with this. You should have used the restroom hours ago. Not right when it was time to go.”
“I didn’t have to go hours ago,” she said, shaking her head. I reached for her arm to help her up.
“Move. She needs to be lifted this way.” Missy shoved me out of the way and bent down, like she was going to grab her mother’s ankles.
