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“I feel weird about crashing a wedding. I don’t even know the bride or groom,” I whisper to Henry.
Henry rolls his eyes. “Trust me, it'll be fine.”
People sporadically filter in, until all the seats are filled. I'm guessing the bride and groom are pet lovers, based on the amount of guests who brought their dogs. A silver-haired man, wearing a tuxedo t-shirt and jeans, steps onto the platform in front of us, and a schnauzer soon joins him. A chihuahua licks my ankle as a bridal march pipes into the area.
All heads turn, and I follow suit, waiting for the bride to walk down the aisle.
Wait.
What?
“Umm, it’s a dog,” I whisper to Henry.
“Kiki has this vision that she thinks owners will love seeing their pets get married. This is her first one.” His tone implies his fiancée is ridiculous for thinking this way.
But, I’m so on board with it.
I watch as the English bulldog is led up the aisle on a leash by a tall, older woman with platinum blonde hair toward a black schnauzer looking dog. The owner of the schnauzer smiles, and slips the black dog a treat.
This is wild.
“I have to get a better look,” I tell Henry before standing. It’s not every day you’re invited to a dog wedding.
And it’s not every day someone pulls off something so amazing.
So as not to disrupt the ceremony, I slip up the side on the outside perimeter.
The English bulldog sits at the front with a look of ‘help’ written all over her smooshed face.
Like this is downright the coolest shit I’ve ever seen. If I have one critique, they needed a trellis, because...oh…
Standing right next to me is her.
The her.
The woman whose trellis I accidentally backed into and ...what did she call it? Murdered it.
“Cute, right?” she says before landing those stellar brown eyes on me. I can see all the different emotions play out across her stunning face. Surprise. Shock. Anger.
“What are you doing here?” she whisper-yells at me.
“I’m just here for a wedding.” I smile, loving the tinge of pink splayed across her cheeks.
“Who invited you?”
“Maybe the bride invited me.”
“She didn’t.”
“How do you know? The bride personally told you she didn’t?” I raise a brow.
She huffs a little, pushing back a stray strand of brown hair that’s fallen into her eyes. “You don’t know the bride.”
I lean in, so not to be overheard by the wedding that is in full swing now. “I was invited to the puptials. And be quiet, I don’t want to miss the bride saying her bow-vows.”
She parks a hand on her hip, her anger intensifying. “If you and the bride are such great friends, what’s her name?”
I blink.
“Exactly. You need to leave.”
“You can’t kick me out of this wedding.”
“I can and I will. It’s my wedding.”
I glance around, spotting a sign with a picture of the two dogs with their names underneath. “Georgia and Ace wouldn’t like it if I got kicked out.”
“Please leave.”
I fold my arms and lean against the back wall. “Can’t, I’m here to meet someone.”
Her eyes study me for a moment, and then she stalks away after a tense ‘fine’ from her lips.
Her ass sways in a hypnotizing way underneath the fabric of her little dress. She’s hands down the hottest girl at this wedding. And yes, she’s even hotter than the bride. Ha. I love a dog wedding.
Can’t wait for the reception. This time, I won’t make the same mistake twice—I’ll make sure I get her number, and name.
I head back to my seat next to Henry and watch as the two dogs are bound in holy mutt-rimony.
I survey the nice little crowd here today, wondering who Henry's fiancée is. Maybe one of the girls from earlier.
Knowing Henry, it’s the blonde. He always did have a thing for blondes with blue eyes. He used to call them the best kind of eye-candy growing up.
As Ace sniffs his new bride’s butt, I make a beeline straight for the girl, forgetting all about meeting Henry’s fiancée.
He’ll understand.
“I didn’t see them kiss,” I tell the hot little temptress who I still don’t have a name for.
“You’re still here?” She looks flustered, like she’s trying to keep control over some sort of a chaotic event I’m unaware of. “And speaking of kissing,” she turns on me, her finger waving in my face, “why did you kiss me anyway?”
“There you are,” Henry belts from a few feet away. Only he’s not talking about me though. To my horror, he wraps his arm around the girl I kissed and kisses her on the cheek. “I see you found your surprise.”
Surprise?
“I finally found a best man.” He’s all smiles and cheers and winks and cheers again. Fuck. He’s the exact opposite of how I’m feeling right now.
No, no. Say it isn’t so. This gorgeous woman can not be his fiancée.
