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This wedding had a similar vibe to the first one. Rich, overdone and full of weird and wealthy people. What was it about society people that made them so strange? Was it because they were so out of touch with the rest of the world? Or were they just too used to doing whatever the hell they wanted and having no one tell them otherwise? Either way, they were definitely their own breed.
This time, it was Edgar Donovan’s daughter getting married. A beautiful socialite in her own right, I’d heard she had a love for all things French, including her handsome groom, the one with an accent straight out of a romance movie. And then there was her maid of honor, who happened to be a French poodle name Fleur. Fleur was a large, white poodle with carefully coifed balls of fur around her head, ankles and tail, and she wore a dainty pink dress with rhinestones sewn into the bodice and a full, tulle ballerina style skirt. The best man, a famous professional soccer player from France, did not look too happy when he had to join the bridal dance with his counterpart.
Yep, the obscenely rich were obscenely weird. But I managed to keep those thoughts under wraps when I turned around at the bar and found myself face to face with Edgar Donovan’s handsome son, Gavin, another well-known billionaire bachelor. While he’d dabbled in professional baseball, he’d come back to work in the corporate world, I’d heard. Of course, Liam was not far behind me. In fact, he was virtually attached to my hip at this wedding.
“Hi there,” he said as he handed me a glass of wine I’d ordered. “I’m Gavin, the bride’s brother. And you are?”
As my hand went out to shake Gavin’s hand, it was intercepted by Liam. He put his arm firmly around my waist. “She my fiancé, Silver.” Liam extended his hand to Gavin. “I’m Liam Cameron. Nice to meet you.”
I’m certain my cheeks were beet red as Gavin’s eyes glossed over my face, lingering just a smidge on my breasts beneath the tight dress I wore.
“And I can speak for myself,” I said, extending my hand to Gavin, while shooting darts at Liam with my eyes. “I’m Silver Warren. Nice to meet you, Gavin.”
At this point, Gavin’s face looked like he’d indulged in too much prune juice, thanks to Liam for making him so uncomfortable. “I know your father,” I said, hoping to smooth over Liam’s bad manners.
“Really? How so?”
“I bid for the Magnum account last year. Unfortunately, Telaros won the bid. But I’m sure we’ll be able to change that after such a bad financial report for them last quarter. Such a shame. So many businesses are mismanaged these days.”
“Isn’t that the truth? I head up the legal department now, and we are in charge of all new contracts. We are definitely looking for new bids next quarter.”
“That’s great. Well, we don’t want to talk business at such a beautiful wedding. Here’s my business card,” I said, discretely handing him a card I’d had ready in my evening bag. “I’ll be in touch.” I turned around to face the dance floor where the bunny hop dance had started. A group of elegantly coiffed guests now were lined up behind each other like train cars and hopping like bunnies. “I can’t wait to see how the maid of honor pulls off this dance,” I said.
Gavin laughed as his eyes rested on me briefly before shifting towards the dance floor where Fleur had joined them on her hind legs, right behind the best man, who still looked incredibly irritated. It’s a good thing the bride’s dog was a French poodle and not a French bull dog. That would have been a challenge to pull off.
“Yes, my sister is a bit obsessed with her dogs. I'm surprised she only chose the one to be in her wedding party.”
I’d essentially cut off Liam and was standing next to Gavin while Liam was stuck behind as the crowd moved closer to watch the dog’s antics. “Aww, I think it’s cute.” I threw an exaggerated glance behind me at Liam. “I love my pets too,” I said.
Gavin laughed and gave me a wink. I gave him a sickly sweet smile. I wasn’t interested in him, but if he could help me win back the Magnum account, I’d deal with batting eyelashes for a few minutes.
A young girl came through the crowd and grabbed Gavin’s hand. “We have to dance, Gav,” she said. I took her to be his younger sister, maybe middle school age.
Gavin rolled his eyes. “Sure thing, Pippa,” he said. “Guess I have no choice. I’ll definitely give you a call later,” he said to me. Then he was gone, pulled to take part in the most undignified dance I’d ever seen at a socialite wedding. But I admired his obvious love for his adolescent sister.
“Will you look at that? From the tango to the bunny hop. These weddings of the wealthy never cease to surprise me,” Liam said as he came up beside me.
I shrugged. “I think it’s sweet. He loves his sister enough to partake in such a silly dance. At least everyone is having fun.”
“Because everyone is drunk,” he said.
I side-eyed Liam. “Since when did you become so grumpy?”
“Since when did you become so giddy?”
I turned back to the dance floor as the large poodle tried to hump the best man’s leg. Well, there always were hookups in the wedding party, right? The best man shoved away from poor Fleur, who proceeded to chase him around the string of bunny hoppers. Chaos ensued.
“We’re at a wedding. There’s champagne and music and dancing. What’s not to love?”
Fleur’s humping had put an end to the bunny hop dance, and the lights were strategically lowered while the lead singer began to sing a slow, romantic ballad. Several couples raced to the dance floor; no doubt caught up in the romantic air of the wedding celebration. Or maybe just to disperse some of the dog humping chaos. I saw Fleur being led away on a leash. Poor naughty girl. She only wanted what most bridesmaids wanted. A little bit of fun with one of the groomsmen.
I noticed the bride and groom had joined the dance floor. I was skeptical of anything that had the word forever after it, like marriage and parenthood and happily ever after. But I have to admit, seeing the happy couple dancing together took my breath away. She was looking up at her new husband with an expression of such sweet tenderness, while he simply beamed with adoration for his bride. Clearly, they were deeply in love. I found myself rooting for them and their future together, even though I didn’t know them at all.
I felt my icy heart melt a little. I was never much one for romance. Romance was for other people. I didn’t like forming attachments to people. I’d lost my mother at a young age and my father had bolted afterwards, leaving me to be raised by my grandmother. And while I loved my grandmother with all my heart, she was a stern person not given to affection. I figured I’d never got used to affection, so why start now?
Still, there was something magical about weddings, as much as I claimed to loath them. Most were tacky, but they all had their own personalities, like the brides who had planned them. Some were pretentious. Others were sappy sweet. And I’d even been to one that was gothic. That one was more like a Halloween party. And don’t even get me started about the zombie themed one. That was taking the whole creative self-expression a bit too far, in my opinion. Well, to each his own.
I had to admit, I was looking forward to Ray’s wedding. For one thing, this time I knew the groom would show up. For another, I was so happy for her I couldn’t wait to see her and Tyler officially wed. It didn’t hurt that they’d chosen Hawaii for their wedding. It would be my first time in Hawaii, and I couldn’t wait. It would be a nice break from the dry, scorching heat of Nevada, too. I only wished I was bringing a plus-one, but my celibacy pact with myself forbade it. Eye roll, I know. But Hawaii would make it far too tempting...
