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My hand comes up on instinct, trying to flatten the wild waves. It’s not going to do me any good, and I know that. The only thing that will is copious amounts of hair products, and even then… Well, anyone with wavy or curly hair already knows it does what it wants.

“Thank you,” I mumble. “And then what do we do?”

“And then we get ready for the day.” Josh leans in, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “You’ve got your bottom lip all torn up.”

“I know.”

Gray is always on my ass about not chewing on it. Can’t help it. It used to be my nails too, but I made a deal with myself last year that I’d stop biting them. I glance down at my hands. My nails are perfect, and my cuticles are in great shape. Guess I just fuck up my lip more now.

Win some, lose some, I guess.

Anywho. “Alright, I’m just gonna…” I gesture broadly, even though I have no clue where I’m going.

Josh smiles at me. “Everything’s in that room over there.”

I follow his finger with my eyes. “Perfect. When Gray gets inside, will you send him in there?”

He nods. “Of course.”

“Thank you!” I call out over my shoulder.

The room they set aside for me is small. It can’t be any type of bridal space. I can’t imagine any bride being able to get ready in a place like this. Oh well, I’ll make do.

There’s a bag sitting on the singular couch, and I pick it up, then rifle through it. He did indeed bring all my hair supplies.

When I’ve got it all gathered, I step in front of the only mirror in the room, laying everything out in front of me on the tiny desk.

Using my spray bottle, I wet my hair down. It’s dripping in my eyes when the door opens and Grayson steps into the room.

He grins at me, shutting the door behind him. “You look like a wet rat.”

I scoff. “Thanks. I appreciate it. Just what every man wants to hear on his wedding day.”

Humming, he steps closer. “I thought you’d have a person for this?”

Turning back to the mirror, I shrug. “I thought so too, but Josh told me he brought all my stuff from home, so I guess not.”

“Wow.”

I glance at Grayson. “What?”

“Nothing,” he says, shaking his head.

“Something,” I counter.

Sitting down on the couch, he crosses his leg over his knee. I have no idea how he’s so… effortless. His dark hair is swept back off his face in a way that looks purposeful and not messy as fuck like mine.

He’s just wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but somehow he looks incredibly put together, even though I know he woke up on the same couch as me and got ready in the same amount of time.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?” he asks, his brow quirking up.

“That.” I wave a hand over him. “Just wake up and look like that. It’s unfair.”

He chokes. Fully chokes. I watch him in amusement, hoping he gets his shit together. “Dying on my wedding day would really ruin the mood for me, you know?”

Glaring at me, he stands. “Let me help you.”