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“There’s one photo from their wedding where you can see just how happy and in love my dad is with my mom when he lifts her veil. It’s one of my favorite photos. Then, the reception would be our favorite foods. Fried pickles would so be at my wedding. That’s really all the details I have because once I start thinking about the reception, I get hungry and stop thinking about it to go eat.”
I laugh and mentally pat myself on the back for paying attention to all of that.
“I know guys don’t care about weddings, but if you could change one thing from your last one to your next one, what would it be?” she asks.
I take time to think about her answer, even though it hits me the moment she asked. I sigh. “I do believe that there is that one person who’s just perfect for everyone. I think part of me knew Faith wasn’t my person. If I had to change one thing, I’d want to marry the person who I unwaveringly knew was my person.”
“Do you regret being married to her?”
I shake my head. “No, not really. We both survived it and moved on.”
“Okay. Enough of this marriage talk. I’m starting to get sleepy.” She lifts the arm rest between us, grabs my arm to hook it around her neck, and leans into me. “Keep an eye on the lovebirds across the aisle. We don’t want them to get kicked off the plane for attempting to join the mile high club.”
“I’ll do my best,” I chuckle, kissing the top of her head.
With the time difference, it’s not quite as late in Las Vegas as it is back home. Ben and I are practically having to carry the girls to the hotel room. Ben booked rooms in one of the nicer hotels than when we were here before. He even booked us separate rooms across the hall from one another. He grinned at me when he was handed two sets of keys and said he didn’t want to have to share a room, or kick us out of one, in the hours after they were married.
Melissa doesn’t believe that superstition about the bride not seeing the groom before the wedding, which means I get to go to bed with Brittany tonight.
“Trace,” Brittany says. She’s sitting on the bed in our hotel room, peeling off her clothes. “I’m tired.”
“I know,” I laugh.
“So, throw me my pajamas before I go to sleep half naked.”
I grab her pajamas and her pills and take them to her. By the time I’ve changed, taken my pills, and finished getting ready for bed, she’s sound asleep. I plug in both of our phones, so they’re fully charged for tomorrow, and then crawl in beside her. She curls into my side. There’s no better woman to have in my bed, by my side, and on a trip with me than her.
She’s my one person who’s perfect for me. I’d go anywhere with her and do anything for her. I’m one hell of a lucky bastard.
There’s a banging on the door and the bed shifts as Trace gets up to open it. Melissa and Ben invade our hotel room.
“Why aren’t y’all up yet?” Melissa asks. “Get up. There’s a lot to do today. Chop chop,” she says, clapping her hands.
“Once y’all are ready, we’ll go grab a bite to eat. Melissa and Brittany are going shopping and we get to gamble for two hours before going to rent our tuxes,” Ben adds.
“Give us thirty minutes,” Trace tells them.
They nod and go back to their room. Trace and I share the shower to save time and somehow manage to get ready in the timeframe he gave them. I still can’t believe we’re in Las Vegas for our best friends to get married. It’s both very exciting and mind-boggling at the same time. I’m just glad my anxiety from last night seems to be gone today.
Melissa lets us know that there may be a change in plans. Originally, we were going to rent the clothes for the wedding, but she’s decided she might want to keep her dress, so we’re going shopping. There are a ton of stores within the casino, so we might not even have to leave the building. That’s what I’m secretly hoping for because even when we came in last night, it was hot outside. No way I want to go out there in the daytime unless it’s necessary.
When we part ways with the boys, Melissa hooks her arm though mine and leads the way to the third floor.
“What kind of dress are we looking for, Melissa?”
“Something beautiful and tasteful and white. I may be eloping in Vegas, but I want a white dress, damn it. It doesn’t have to be a wedding dress, but something dressy that I can put on again at some point.”
“What do you want me to wear?”
“I’ll know it when I see it.”
Oh, that could be bad.
“We only have three hours to find our dresses, so let’s hope that’s enough time.”
We find my dress first. It’s knee-length, a pretty green, and hugs me in all the right places without being too showy and tight. I look amazing in it. I keep turning this way and that as I look in the mirror.
“Trace just might propose when he sees you in this dress,” Melissa laughs. I roll my eyes. We’re good, but I’m not sure we’re that good yet. “Let me see if you can keep it and if they can find shoes for you.” She leaves the fitting room and minutes later returns with a salesperson to remove the tags and a pair of shoes for me to try on. Once we all approve of the heels, Melissa leaves to swipe Ben’s credit card. They are insisting that we pay for nothing.
