Page 26 of Bless My Body

in with all of these rich people.

Hazel is the last one to get dressed. Her mom and sister help zip the back of her dress. Even

though I’ve seen the dress already, it takes my breath away to see it on her. It’s very simple, which is

what anyone would expect from Hazel. The bodice is all lace with nude material underneath so

nothing of importance shows. The neckline plunges down almost to her belly button, and the lace

continues to the sleeves, creating a flowy, bohemian feel. The skirt is white silk that trails behind her

just a few feet.

It’s absolutely perfect for her.

Stella’s mom even starts to tear up a little. “Hazel, you look stunning, honey.”

“Thank you. I can’t believe the day is finally here.” Hazel’s eyes look a little glossy, like she

might cry, so everyone has to urge her not to so her make-up doesn’t smudge.

Wes and Hazel got engaged on Emerson’s first birthday almost two years ago. They weren’t in any

rush to get married, so they took their time planning it, and now little Emerson gets to be a part of it.

“Ok, the limo is here. Let’s go load up,” Anna announces, forcing us to take our eyes off the bride.

We head down to the lobby and load into the limo taking us to the church. A limo seems a bit

extreme, but I won’t complain.

We arrive at the church and get Hazel to the room where she’ll wait until the ceremony starts.

Lexi, Caroline, and I head down to the chapel to take our seats and wait for the show to start.

The first rows are reserved for family, but we manage to snag some seats in the second row. The

church fills up quickly, and before I know it, the ceremony is about to start. Wes, Ozzy, and Ezra walk

out to stand at the altar.

When my eyes find Ezra, the sight takes my breath away. Holy shit. I’ve seen him dressed up, but

never this dressed up. His suit perfectly fits his body, and the clean black and white make his blue

eyes pop. The lavender tie is the cherry on top.

He looks like a perfect gentleman, but the twinkle in his eyes makes me wonder exactly how he

would be in bed. Would he be gentle and slow, or would he make me scream his name as I come?

I can feel my panties getting damp at the very thought.

Jesus Christ. I’m in a freaking church thinking about sex. What is wrong with me? I’m going to

hell for sure.

I shake my head, probably looking like a crazy person. I don’t want to know what he’s like in bed.