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Ryan peeked around her to see the screen. “I’m pretty sure I’m not allowed to see the dress, Colorado. Bad luck times a hundred.”
She moved so she blocked his view. “That’s a stupid old wives’ tale.”
“Don’t care. Not gonna do anything to ruin a moment of our wedding.” He hit pause and West swore. “Shut up.”
West rolled his eyes and tossed his controller aside. “I feel kissing is about to commence. I’ll be back when you’re done.”
Ryan pulled her between his legs. “Pick the first dress and shoes you see. Then we can go to that little chapel we found and do this thing.”
“Your mom will kill me if you change the date one more time.”
He pressed his forehead to her stomach. “I just want to get it over with.”
She sifted her fingers through his curls. “Gee, thanks, buddy.”
“No. You know what I mean.” He peered up at her. “I just want you to be mine.”
She pushed an errant curl away from his forehead. “I’m already yours, you dope.”
“With rings and contracts and a stupid serving set we’ll only use on Thanksgiving.”
She lowered her mouth to his. “I’ll go find a stupid dress.”
“Good. Now vamoose. I have to log back in before my team leaves me behind.”
Denver rolled her eyes. Sometimes Ryan was such a guy. She jogged out the front door.
Elle had her head stuck out the sunroof of her ancient Chevy Malibu. “Finally. Hey! You wore it.”
Denver wiggled her hips and did a little jazz hands routine. “Of course.” The pure happiness on Elle’s face made the pink worth it. Almost.
Molly waved her fingers through the open sunroof and dragged Elle back down into her seat. “Let’s get this show on the road, bitches.”
Lauren was already at the driver’s side door with the seat flipped forward so they could both climb into the coupe.
The trip into the city included a stop at a cafe, so at least she managed to find a decent cup of tea. Elle was flicking through her phone and she and Molly were discussing streets and the best way to get to a corner of the city Denver had never heard of. Considering that was almost impossible, she broke into the conversation. “What are you two hatching?”
Elle huffed out an annoyed breath. “I know you aren’t wild for this shopping thing, but Vera Wang is having a trunk sale today.”
“Vera Wang?” Denver questioned in a hushed tone. “No way in hell can I afford that.” Just because it was her biggest secret wish of all time meant nada. Sure, dresses weren’t usually her favorite thing, but a Vera Wang was something different altogether.
Too bad she didn’t have the scratch. She might be a Lewis by blood, but her bank account did not match—by choice.
“But you can. These are her extras from shows and weird sizes and dresses from past seasons. It’s perfect, Den.” Elle gripped her hand. “I know you love Vera Wang.”
“How—I mean, no.”
Elle rolled her eyes. “I bought you that stack of wedding magazines and the only pages you went back to and tagged were the ones including her dresses. I know you love them.”
“I love them like a kid loves playing Barbie. None of it belongs in reality.”
“What does it hurt to look? If nothing else, you can at least touch one.”
Denver jammed her hands into her pockets. “God, you suck so bad. I’m going to kill you if you get my hopes up and the dress is seventy bajillion dollars.”
“Surely it would be more like thirty bajillion.” Elle slipped her arm through Denver’s and pulled her back to the car. “Now if you would just work your magic on finding this ridiculous dead-end street, we could go.”
“I didn’t know I needed to bring my maps with me.” Denver dug her phone out of her pocket. “All right, let’s find the cross street closest to it.” A few minutes later, they had a destination mapped into Elle’s GPS and they were off.
