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“Liv,” he says, about to try and placate me.
“Forget it. Just forget it,” I snap and hang up the phone. Fuck! I bend over and place my hands on my knees. Taking a few deep breaths, I close my eyes and count to ten. Maybe this is a sign. I grab my room key and head over to Brenda’s.
I get to Brenda’s room a sniveling mess. She takes one look at me and jumps to conclusions. “What did he do?” she asks with just a hint of bitterness.
“He didn’t do anything,” I snap, throwing my Coach bag onto the floor.
“So, what’s with the red eyes and runny nose?”
“My mom gave me a pair of earrings to wear today, and I can’t find them,” I sniffle.
“Oh, that’s all?” she mumbles and walks into the bathroom.
“They were my grandmother’s,” I say still whining.
She comes back out with my make-up bag. “Do you mean these?” She pulls out the red box with the earrings.
“But . . . how . . . I don’t understand.”
“I don’t know. I opened your make-up bag to see what I have to work with, and this box was in it.”
I didn’t put them in the make-up bag. At least, I don’t remember doing it. I don’t know. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself. Crap, I better text Evan and let him know I have them. I pull out my phone from my bag.
*Found my earrings. Sorry*
How can I not remember placing them in my make-up bag? I am a hot mess. I take another deep breath “Do you think you can fix me?” I ask.
“You’re a little puffy, but I’ve seen you worse,” she pokes. I glare at her but can’t help to giggle.
“Worse?” I ask and give her a playful shove. Yes, she has seen me a lot worse.
“Take a seat in front of the mirror, and I’ll get all of my supplies.” She heads into her bathroom, and I sit at the vanity. Wow, my eyes are puffy and red. My nose is red too. I hope she brought some foundation or powder to cover this up.
“Do you have any Visine? Maybe that will help,” I yell over my shoulder toward the bathroom.
“No,” she shouts back. Crap. I wonder if I have any in my bag. I
get up and rummage through my bag, which is on the couch. No Visine. I pull out my phone. No text from Evan. That’s weird. Maybe he didn’t get my text. I check to see if I have service. The text went through. I hope I wasn’t too hard on him earlier. I take my phone and walk back over to the vanity just as Brenda comes out of the bathroom. “Ready?” she asks with a smile. I nod my head, and she goes to work.
Just over forty-five minutes later, she finishes with my hair and make-up. I head to her room to put on my dress and shoes. Thankfully, this dress isn’t big and poufy so I don’t need help getting into it. Once zipped, I turn and look in the vanity mirror. Wow, Brenda can work miracles. I look ready for a runway. She scurries off into the bedroom so she can get dressed as well.
My hair looks fantastic. She has it to one side, and used the curling iron to tame my little curls and make nice big Shirley Temple-like banana curls. It’s held to the side with a fancy clip. My make-up is natural but brings out the green in my eyes. The foundation around my eyes helps hide the puffiness. I turn to face Bren who has her dress on. She smiles when she sees me in the dress.
“Wow,” she gushes. “That dress is perfect on you.”
“That’s what I thought when I first saw it,” I agree. “You look great as always.”
“Last minute trip deserves a new dress.” She has on a light blue Hawaiian style halter dress, without the large loud flowers. It sits tight around her hips and waist, and falls mid-length to the top of her knees. Of course, she has blue-heeled sandals to match. How does she manage that?
I look amazing, but something still feels off. I should have butterflies, but I’m calm. Too calm. I thought the closer I got to the wedding, the more nervous I would be. Isn’t that what brides go through? I am nervous, but not the I-can’t-wait-to-be-married nervous. More of the am-I-doing-the-right-thing kind of nervous.
I keep coming back to my dream. The dream where Chase comes to me to tell me not to marry Evan. Is that my subconscious telling me that I’m crazy?
“Are you ready?” Brenda interrupts my thoughts.
I put the earrings on. At least if my mom can’t be here physically, she can be here in spirit. There. Now I’m ready. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Let’s go get you married.” She opens the door to let me out just as the hotel concierge is about to knock.
