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“Did you pack your makeup?”
“Yes, but it’s a beach wedding. Go natural and not too heavy, please.”
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” she jokes.
“I wish we could sit like this forever,” I say sipping on my fifth mimosa.
“You should slow down. You don’t want to get sick walking down the aisle,” she scolds.
“Pot calling kettle,” I reply. “Besides, they’re mostly OJ.”
“I’m just saying. C’mon. Finish that. I need to take a shower. I’m full of plane funk.”
On the other side of the hotel is her room. “Come to my room when you’re done. I’d like to catch a few rays before the ceremony.”
“Sounds good, I could use a nap. I was up early,” she whines. I roll my eyes at her as I leave.
I walk in to find an empty suite. Evan still isn’t back. I go into the bedroom and find a tuxedo hanging on the back of the bedroom door. Although, I wouldn’t really call it a tux. It’s beach wear. A light beige linen suit jacket with matching pants and a white linen shirt. No tie. His shoes are at the foot of the bed. A pair of light beige Lacoste Crosier Sail boat shoes. They’ll look great together. He must have come back and gone out again. I wonder what he’s up to now.
Brenda gets back to my room just after one. I throw on a bikini, and we head out the lanai to the private beach behind my suite. I make sure to grab the sunscreen. Brenda follows out behind me. “Nice view.”
“Yeah, not too bad.” I find an empty chaise lounge and start to douse myself with lotion.
“What time did you want to start getting ready?”
r /> “We don’t have to be there until five forty five. I guess around four thirty?”
“Sounds about right.” She lays down on the chaise next to me. I suddenly feel uneasy. I would chalk it up to wedding day jitters, but this is something more.
“Bren?” I shift so I am looking at her. “What if I’m making a mistake?”
“Isn’t that the question you should have asked before you flew all the way down here?”
“I’m serious. I had a dream last night.”
“Oh?” She turns to face me.
“Chase was on the beach. He was talking to me.” Brenda’s curiosity is piqued.
“What did he say?”
“Everything isn’t as it seems and to go with my heart.” Brenda’s look is sympathetic, but her words are callous.
“Olivia,” she begins, “You are obviously still affected by Mr. Sex-On-Legs. Have you thought about why you are dreaming about Chase and not Evan? Is Chase here to save you in your dream?” Hmmm, save me.
“No, I don’t think so. It was if he was warning me.”
“Oh, Liv. Freud would have a field day with this.”
“I don’t know. Maybe I should become a nun.”
Brenda sits up facing me. “A little late for that, don’t ya think?” she quips.
I rub my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. “I just hope I’m doing the right thing.”
“If you’re legitimately having second thoughts, you need to tell Evan.”
“I don’t know.” My dream is messing with my head. I have never missed my father more than right now. He would know what to do. “Maybe it’s because I miss Dad.” There is a twinge of melancholy to my voice. “I wish he was here.” Brenda reaches over and touches my hand.
