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Maybe I’m what she needs after all. Maybe I’m what she’s looking for, and she just doesn’t know

it.

Chapter 5

Celine

W ho in the world is knocking on my door at this godawful time of the morning?

I barely crack an eye open before Stella barges into my room.

“Wakey, wakey,” she says in a way too cheerful tone.

“Why are you up so early?” I ask her, my voice full of sleep.

“Um, it’s almost ten. Not all that early,” she jokes. “And it’s wedding day!” She is way too

excited about all of this and sounds almost giddy.

“It’s not my wedding day. Why do I have to get up so early?”

“I will never understand how you can sleep so long. Anyway, you have to get up. We have to go

meet Hazel and everyone at the hotel to get ready.”

“This early?” I ask, rolling over in my bed, trying to pry my eyes open.

“Yeah, we all have our scheduled time with the hair and makeup artist.”

“But I’m not even in the wedding,” I whine. It actually sounds fun to get my hair and makeup done,

but at this moment, all I want to do is stay wound up in my covers.

“I know, but Hazel wanted all of her friends with her, so get your ass up. Ezra went and got us all

chicken biscuits from Chick-fil-A, and I’m pretty sure Ozzy is going to eat yours soon if you don’t get

down there.”

That will get me out of bed real fast. She should have led with that. No one messes with my

Chick-fil-A. “Oh, hell no.” Stella laughs and watches as I twist my long hair into a topknot and

change out of my pajama shirt into a long T-shirt and leggings. I already have my stuff for the wedding

together since I knew we would all be getting ready together. I just didn’t know the details. Like how

early I needed to wake up. I knew Stella would get my ass in gear whenever we had to go.

I grab the bag with my dress and shoes, and we head downstairs.

I find my one lonely chicken biscuit sitting on the kitchen counter. I look over at Ozzy, sitting at the

table with Ezra. “You trying to eat my biscuit, bro?”

He raises his eyebrows at me. “The thought had crossed my mind,” he says slowly.

“You little shit.” I take a huge bite without breaking eye contact with Ozzy. I sit down next to Ezra