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“Okay, hang on. I need you to help me with the zipper.”
Snatching the cranberry silk off the bed, I stepped into it, adjusting my boobs as Sanna zipped me up. With one last glance in the mirror, I snagged my clutch, hooked the straps of my gold-heeled sandals around my fingers, and rushed from the room.
When we arrived at the church, Dylan and Nick took off to find Tony while Sanna and I discovered Leagh in the bride’s room with pandemonium in full swing. She looked frazzled beyond sanity and fighting back tears as a short, pretty Italian woman tugged at the neckline of her wedding gown. Three younger, dark-haired women looked on wearing various expressions of annoyance as they watched the older woman attempt to conceal Leagh’s cleavage.
“I’ve got it, Alisa. Really,” Leagh snapped, brushing the woman’s hands away. “I’m afraid this is as good as it’s going to get.”
“Oh, honey. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be a prude, but Tony’s grandma is going to be here. She’s from a different generation,” Alisa began with a pained expression. “I think your breasts are beautiful…not that I spend my days staring at your…oh, dear.”
“Ma,” a younger woman with dark hair and big brown eyes hissed. “Just stop. Leave poor Leagh alone. If Gramma Rose can’t remember what it was like to have a set of perky tits, that’s her problem. She’ll just have to get over it.”
I bit my lips together to keep from laughing.
“I suppose you’re right.” Alisa exhaled heavily. “I just don’t want to hear…oh, never mind. I think she’s getting senile, anyway. She probably won’t even remember the ceremony after a couple of drinks at the reception.”
“Exactly, so give it a rest, Ma,” another one of the girls chimed in.
“What can we help you with, Leagh?” Sanna asked. Swooping in to give the bride a hug, she accidentally-on-purpose nudged the overly anxious Alisa out of the way.
“I don’t know. I think I need a bigger dress.” The look of mortification on Leagh’s face was heartbreaking.
“No, you don’t, sugar. You look like a fairy tale bride; breathtakingly stunning,” Sanna reassured her.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I haven’t introduced you all.” Turning toward the four dark-haired ladies, Leagh extended her hand. “These are my friends, Savannah, and her sister Mellie Carson. Sanna and Mellie, this is Alisa Delvaggio, Tony’s mom, and his sisters, Anna, Sofia, and Maria.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Sanna and I replied in unison.
“How’s Tony holding up?” I asked, hoping it might prod the nervous mom out of the room so we could try to calm Leagh down.
“Oh, dear, I’m not sure.” Alisa wrung her hands as she flashed a worried look toward her daughters.
“Maybe we should go check on him, Ma,” Sofia urged as she flashed me a look of gratitude. “Leagh’s got plenty of help now. We need to get out of her hair so she can finish getting ready.”
“Yes. Yes, that’s a good idea. Let’s go check on your brother.” Alisa nodded.
Like a mother hen, she gathered up her daughters before leading a parade out the door.
“Good luck,” Sanna called.
Maria, the last in line, paused and glanced over her shoulder.
“We don’t need luck, we need Prozac,” she announced, rolling her eyes. “You look gorgeous, Leagh. My brother’s eyes are going to pop out of his head, and his tongue’s going to hit the floor. Don’t worry about Gramma Rose. She’s half blind, anyway.”
The young girl grinned, winked, and blew a kiss before closing the door behind her. I rushed over and quickly engaged the lock.
“Thank you, Mellie. You just saved my life.” Leagh let out a loud sigh and slumped down on a fluffy couch in the massive dressing room.
“You’re doing fine, Leagh. Just try to relax,” Sanna comforted her as she eyed a big tray of finger sandwiches, fruits, and cheese. “Have you eaten today?”
Leagh shook her head.
“Okay, we need to get some protein in you.”
“I can’t. My stomach is rolling so badly, I’m afraid I’ll barf all over Tony’s Italian dress shoes.”
“No, you’re not. Listen to me. Just close your eyes and take some deep breaths. Relax and think of the night Tony proposed to you. Go back to that romantic beach and how he got down on one knee in the sand. Come on. Think back on how it amazing it was, just like you told me,” Sanna urged.
I put together several plates of food while Sanna helped Leagh out of her dress before we started applying her make-up and talking the nervous bride down off the ledge. Taming Leagh’s anxiety, my sister reminded her about the butt plug fire, the twerking stripper, and what a lucky man Tony was to take her hand in marriage. Coaxing Leagh to eat some food, the girl downed two full plates and asked for another. The bride-to-be had actually relaxed until a knock came from the door, and her anxiety spiked again.
