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Well, he has a point. “I didn’t really learn from my mistakes until we broke up last year. So, my advice would be to share shit with her and talk to her about all the stuff you don’t want to talk about or deal with.”
“That’s it?” Ben seems surprised.
“That’s the only mistakes I made, so yeah, that’s it. She agreed to marry you, so you must be doing something right already.”
He grins. “That is true.”
“Stop gossiping like us,” Melissa says as she sits sideways in Ben’s lap and Brittany comes to sit next to me. She’s squeezing her wrist, so I take her hand to make her stop.
“We weren’t gossiping. Trace was giving me marriage advice.”
“Yeah?” Melissa looks at me. “What’d he say?”
“That it’s crucial to do two things.”
“Which are?” she drawls.
“Talk a lot and have sex once a day, minimum.”
Everyone laughs but Brittany. Ben and Melissa start talking quietly to one another and I angle toward Brittany.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper.
“Nothing,” she whispers back.
I keep my gaze on her and wait her out.
She sighs. “It’s nothing. I’m just wondering what your actual marriage advice was, but you asked what was wrong before I could ask.”
“It was more relationship advice than marriage advice. I told him to talk about the hard stuff.”
The corners of her mouth move as she tries not to smile. “That’s it?”
“Why does everyone keep saying that? That’s the only mistake I’ve ever made. What else am I supposed to say?”
She laughs and leans forward to rest her forehead against mine. “You could’ve told him to love her forever no matter what.”
“That seems kinda obvious to me, Britt.”
She giggles. “You could’ve told him that the little things really matter the most.”
“He should know that too.”
“Sounds like you’re a know-it-all when it comes to marriage, then,” she quips.
I just laugh and shake my head at her.
The four of us talk to pass the time until we’re called to board. Brittany took another panic pill while we were waiting, but she’s still on edge once we’re in the air. We ended up in a small plane with two seats in a row. Brittany and I are on one side with Melissa and Ben
on the other. They’re lost in their own world already.
“Tell me about your dream wedding,” I say. If I can get her to talk, maybe it’ll distract her.
“Why?” she asks as if my question came out of nowhere.
“Because we’re on our way to a wedding and you’re tense.” I pull her fingers away from her wrist and interlock them with mine. “Talk and see if that’ll help.”
She takes a deep breath. “Right. Sorry. Let’s see, my mom had a beautiful, timeless dress, and I’ve always pictured myself wearing that. Plus, I know my mom would love that. My dad would walk me down the aisle that would be dotted with red roses. I don’t want anything big or extravagant. Just something simply beautiful. I’d want only the people who mattered there, my parents and close friends. Mom wore a veil, and I’d want to wear one, too.
