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There are only three weeks ‘till the wedding. What the hell am I going to do?
I run to my wedding binder and pull out the receipt for the dresses. I compare the numbers to the tags on the dresses and see they were ordered correctly at the time of purchase. Somewhere something got screwed up in their database.
I jolt with realization and start hollering. “CHASE!”
It sounds like a herd of elephants running up the stairs. Chase enters the room first, followed by Punk and Tony.
Tony immediately sees the issue. His eyes swing to Ebony and appraise her in her sexy, yet fully-covered, demure bridesmaid dress. He lets out a gust of air. “Thank God.”
Ebony smirks at Tony and sashays over to the couch where she holds up her own no-no dress. “Guess what I’ll be wearing?”
Tony’s face turns an angry shade of red. “The fuck you are, woman.”
She throws her hands in the air. “We need to match, Tony. It’s not like it’s a choice anymore. I don’t know why I’m arguing with you about this. I’m going to make sure it fits.” Ebony begins to yank her gown over her head.
Tony’s blanches and quickly darts across the room, tackling Ebony onto the couch, and preventing her from removing her clothes.
Ebony slaps at him. “What the hell, Tony? Get off me!”
“And let you strip for the other men? Not a chance. Stay down,” Tony snarls, wrestling Ebony.
Punk is too busy consoling Opal to care about much of anything else. She’s the fragile little bird of the group, and if word gets back to Gauge about his girl being in tears, we’re all in for a tongue lashing.
Punk grabs a tissue from the end table and hands it to her. “Opal, why are you crying?”
She hiccups. “I’m crying because Stella’s crying because now she thinks the most beautiful wedding is going to be ruined, and I’m afraid Jo might start crying and make me cry more. I don’t want anyone to cry—it breaks my heart.”
Punk hugs her and pats her back, giving me a ‘what the fuck do I do about this’ look.
I shake my head. My room has become utter chaos filled with inconsolable people.
And then there’s Chase.
His eyes are glued on Simone, kneeling by our mother’s side, trying to soothe her. Chase takes slow, deliberate steps toward my sister and pulls her to her feet. She looks a little startled when he cups her face and delicately brushes her tears away with his thumbs. His eyes slide over her body at a leisurely pace. Their chemistry is off the charts. I need to intervene quickly before they start going at it in my suite.
I push my way between my sister and Chase, turning into a full bridezilla. “The hacker is fucking with my wedding. I want the bastard found and flogged.”
At the mention of the hacker, Chase snaps out of it and gives me his undivided attention. “What did he do?”
I wave at my sister’s dress. “This. This is what he did. He fucked with my bridesmaids’ dresses.” I slap the receipt against his chest. “And here’s the proof. My order is correct on this. The order had to have been tampered with after I made the purchase.”
“It’sruined!” My mom wails dramatically. “The whole fucking wedding is ruined. How am I going to show pictures of my little girl’s wedding to anyone when the bridesmaids are wearingtheseskank-tube-tops as dresses?”
Sweet Jesus!My mom must be losing her mind if she’s swearing like me.
Ebony manages to push Tony off of her and sits up on the couch. “Stella, calm down. This isn’t the end of the world. The dresses are fine.”
My mom snaps her head around to Ebony, bearing her teeth. “You! I blame you for this disaster. If you hadn’t picked another dress, none of this would have happened.”
Ebony looks like she’s ready to throw down. “Excuse me?!”
Frustrated, I pull my hair. I can’t have everyone getting pissed off at one another and causing more problems—that’s what Lorenzo and the hacker wants. “Mom, it’s not Ebony’s fault. The MC has been having issues with a hacker working for the mob for a while now.”
My mom’s and Simone’s jaws drop. “The Mob?!”
Lord, take me now—I can’t deal with this.
“It’s under control,” Chase says evenly. “I’m going to dig into this and hopefully find a trail to our hacker, but in the meantime”—Chase takes out his wallet and holds out his credit card—“order yourself some new bridesmaids dresses. There may be enough time to get them if you rush-order again.”
