Page 81 of Fall Over You

My throat feels tight, but I shake his hand back. “Sure as I can be.”

“He’s lucky,” he says with a wink. “He’s getting our dollbaby.”

“Quit with that or you’ll mess up my makeup again.” I pat under my eyes.

“Why again?” Dusty asks, thumbing over his shoulder. “That asshole make you cry?”

I laugh and wave him off. “No, but I lost it thinking about y’all not being here for our big day. That’s why Ty called you in a panic.”

Dusty chuckles. “He really can’t stand someone being in discomfort.”

I quirk a brow at him. “I’ve never really known him to be like that.”

“Well, for someone he loves.” Dusty gestures at me. “He loves you. He doesn’t want you to be upset.”

“Yeah,” I say, but I get a frog in my throat. “Yes. Yes, he does. And I love him too.”

Well, that marks the first time I had to say I loved Tyler when that is quite the patent lie.

Luckily, Tyler’s parents come in toting Ellie, who wears a pretty, sparkly silver dress and squeals upon sight of us. “Miss Becca! Daddy! Uncle Dusty!” She starts looking around. “Everybody’s here!”

We laugh and Tyler takes her from his mom. “We’re all here, shug.”

I walk their way. “Everybody’s here. Should we get going? Let everybody get back to work?”

Tyler and I got here first and filled out all our paperwork, then waited for everyone we called to show up. A camera flashes next to me and I find Jake sheepishly lowering a Polaroid camera.

“Sorry, I gave Darcy the real camera,” he says. “This thing’s kinda loud.”

“What is that?” Ellie asks, looking curiously at Jake.

Jake starts to explain the camera and how it prints pictures right away to Ellie’s amazement, and Tyler gives me a look to get my attention.

“I’m glad we called everybody,” he says.

“Me too. Thank you.”

“You want a picture for your room?” Jake asks Ellie. “You three squish together.”

I put my arm around Tyler and lean into Ellie. “Cheese!”

Tyler and I kiss Ellie on each cheek, and Jake hands Ellie the picture. “Wave it around and it’ll show up faster.”

“Ready?” Tyler asks breathlessly.

“Ready.”

Darcy pulls me aside. “You don’t have to take it, but I brought something for you to borrow. If you want. No pressure.”

She pulls a white box out of the tote bag on her shoulder and opens the lid. She looks at me with a grimace.

“Oh, Darce.”

It’s her wedding veil.

“If you have another one or don’t want one, I totally get it. I’ve got a handkerchief with blue stitching down in here too.”

“Something borrowed, something blue,” I say, touching the gauzey veil.