Page 114 of Beautiful Scars

I hold my hands up. “Take it up with Sarah, princess.”

“No thanks,” she giggles, putting the rest of her clothes on. “I’ll just laugh at you all the way down the aisle.”

“Is that so?” I stand up from the chair and walk toward her, taking a handful of her hair and leaning down. “Don’t think I won’t put you over my knee in front of all five-hundred guests.”

She stares up at me.

Stares.

And it’s like she’s found a way to stab people with her eyes. “Five. Hundred.Guests.”

I swallow.

Today is going to be fun.