Page 12 of My One
Jessica escorted Brooke and me to the suite. The hair stylist and makeup artists were waiting, and while they did their thing to make me look like the princess I’d always wanted to be, Jessica brought us chips and guac. After we scarfed it down, I started to feel better.
“All set,” Laney, the hair stylist, said.
I looked in the mirror and saw the elegant updo that made me feel almost like a bride. “Time to put on my dress?”
She smiled. “I’d say so.”
I turned to see Brooke holding it up on the hanger. “Yep, it’s time.”
As I reached to take the dress from her, there was a knock at the door. She handed me the dress and then went to see who was at the door.
“Oh, hey.”
“Is Nic ready?” I heard my mom ask. She walked into the small room, and we smiled at each other. “You look so beautiful, honey.” She reached out her arms, and I stepped into them.
“But I don’t even have my dress on.”
“Doesn’t matter.” She waved me off as we broke apart. “You’re already radiant and the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you.” I smiled.
“Avery looks handsome too.”
I silently chuckled. “I guess that means he’s here.”
“Of course he is.”
Slipping the sleek, lace dress from the hanger, I handed it back to Brooke and then stripped out of the robe I was wearing. “Are his parents here?”
Mom scrunched her brows. “I don’t recall seeing them, but I met Easton’s parents.”
My heart fell. I was seriously hoping they’d show. Their son was a good man—thebestman. I didn’t understand how parents could turn a blind eye all because he didn’t fulfill their dreams for him. That was the thing: it wastheirdream, not his. And did it really matter that he wasn’t a professional baseball player? He was a successful bar owner in New York City—a city that had over ten thousand bars.
“Let’s get you in your dress,” Brooke spoke up. “Today is your day, and you don’t need to worry about Avery’s parents.”
“Brooke’s right, honey. If his parents don’t show, don’t let that bring you down. No one likes their in-laws anyway.”
That wasn’t necessarily true because we all loved Easton’s parents, but I understood what my mother was saying. I nodded, took a deep breath, and stepped into my dress. I slipped the ivory lace on and let everything clear my mind except for the fact that I was about to become Mrs. Avery Scott.
The sun had fully set by the time I stepped out of the bridal suite. It was a crisp night, but I was on cloud nine and the cold wasn’t phasing me. The white lights illuminated the courtyard, and I knew that just beyond the trees blocking my view of the gazebo, Avery was waiting for me.
Avery.
The man who I’d met on a cruise ship. The man who had fallen in love with me. The man who had cared for me through everything we’d been through in the short amount of time we’d been together.
The man who I loved more than anything.
“Are you sure about this?” Dad asked from beside me.
I looked up into his blue eyes that were like mine. “Never been this sure about anything else.”
“It’s not too late.”
“I know. But Avery’s the one.Myone. The one who makes everything better.”
Dad stuck out his arm for me to hook mine in. “Then we better get you married.”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
