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Bridget points to a table full of food. "You should eat something. It's going to be a long day."
I glance over at the table, but I'm too nervous to eat. I shake my head. "I'm not hungry."
"At least have some tea. Here." Fiona hands me a cup.
I sip it. I like all the ladies. I've always liked Lauren and Scarlet. Not that I knew Scarlet or Alaina very well, and Bridget seems great, as does Fiona.
Part of me wonders if I can have a big, happy family. It's never anything I've had in the past. I've always been an only child, but I get along well with everyone. So my hopes are high.
There's a knock on the door.
Alaina chirps, "That'll be the makeup team."
A group of people carrying large cases—filled with what I assume is makeup—appears, along with the seamstress. She has my dress, which I haven't seen since the final fitting a few days ago.
Mimosas are delivered, and I have two to try to squash my nerves. I'm about to have a third but stop myself. I don't want to be drunk before I get down the aisle. Tynan will be upset. Plus, I don't want to be like Da.
We continue getting ready, and I put on my dress, staring at myself in the long, delicate, handmade lace and fluffy tulle while the girls fuss over me.
I still don't understand why Tynan insisted on having this big to-do. Part of me is glad though. It's been nice planning something I never thought I'd have, especially to this extent.
"Time to go," Dante announces from the doorway.
I step toward him, and he holds out his hand. "Tynan needs your rings."
I freeze and stare at Ma's band.
"Don't worry. I'll take good care of them," Dante assures.
I slowly slip them off my finger and hand the jewelry to him.
We head out of the suite and go out to the cars. I get into one, and my butterflies reappear.
We're going to have sex tonight.
I have to give Tynan credit. He's waited longer than I thought he would after I pointed out that he was planning this wedding to right his wrong. Then I stated if he wanted to really do it right, he needed to wait until after the ceremony. And patience isn't something I assumed he'd have, but he does.
I bite on my lips, staring out the window, wondering what it'll be like. I can't say I don't want to have sex with him. It's been hard not doing anything with him sleeping beside me every night. But except for the night of his bachelor party, when he returned intoxicated, he's not made a move.
It's been a relief, but it's also extended the anticipation of the inevitable. Tonight, there is no more waiting.
The driver pulls up to the church, and everybody continues fussing over me until it's time to walk down the aisle.
I'm led to the back of the church. I glance around and fret, "Where's Da?"
Fiona looks nervously at Bridget.
"Is he not here?" I question.
Bridget shakes her head. "No one's seen him."
"How is that possible? Tynan said he had somebody standing outside his room," I say.
Bridget carefully states, "He was here. Then he disappeared."
I glance around the church again, worried and disappointed.
Why is he doing this? It's the one thing I needed from him.
