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“Well, let’s go and put that new credit card to use. We have a kitchen and some bathrooms to outfit.”
That’s what we do the rest of the day. We shop. Somewhere along the way, I can’t remember where we are or when it happens, but Reese and Kiplyn join us. We buy out half of the stores, and I feel absolutely guilty with each swipe of the credit card, but at the same time, there is nothing in that house. Absolutely nothing. And if we’re going to live there, we need things like pots and pans, things like bath towels.
When we’re exhausted but not finished, because there is still more to buy, we take a break. The three women get drinks, while I order a Coke. Then we order all the food. Appetizers for days, chips and salsa, mozzarella sticks, and even fried pickles.
“Now, this is what I call shopping,” Reese announces after taking a long drink from her cocktail.
“Agreed,” Kiplyn murmurs, except she’s not drinking alcohol. She’s got a water, and it’s then I truly look at her and realize that she’s pregnant.
I don’t say anything, though.
If she and Roadkill made an announcement, I didn’t hear it, and I don’t want to get in her business, but I can’t help but smile. With everything that Cyrus did and attempted to do to Roadkill, I’m so happy he’s got a beautiful wife and a baby on the way.
Sitting back, I let the girls talk amongst themselves while I soak in the moment. I’ve never had friends before. This whole experience is brand-new, and I want to take it all in, I want to soak it all up, because I’m not sure it will last.
How can feeling this at peace, this whole, this happy last for me?
Impossible.
ChapterTwelve
PIPER
Everything has been unpackedand put in the house. The cabinets are as full as they’re going to be for a while with kitchenware and towels. The furniture has been delivered, the mattress as well. Sheets have been washed, and the bed has been made. Everything is ready for the wedding.
And today is the wedding.
I can’t believe the day is here.
I honestly wasn’t sure that this day would ever arrive, yet here it is. My hair has been curled and styled, my makeup done to perfection thanks to Reese and Kiplyn, and now I stand in a room that is usually occupied by the sweet butts staring at myself in the full-length mirror.
My slight mermaid-style satin dress is cut low in the front, almost down to my belly button, the wide straps being the main support along with the boning in the torso that holds everything in place. It gives me the illusion of having a curvy figure, and I’m grateful for the way the dress itself is working overtime for my body.
Lifting the skirt slightly, I look down at my powder-blue high heels. My something blue. “Do you have anything borrowed?” a voice calls out from behind me.
Turning my head slightly, I see Henli in her beautiful dress standing at the doorway of the room. “I have my new, the dress, and I have my blue, which are my shoes,” I say. “That’s all.”
“You can use my bracelet for your borrowed,” she announces as she takes it from her wrist and makes her way toward me. I open my mouth to tell her no, but she’s already putting it on me, fastening it to my wrist.
“Thank you,” I whisper as I move my arm to see the diamonds shine in the dim lighting. “It’s too expensive for me to wear.”
She laughs. “Brick bought it for me on our honeymoon in Vegas. It’s yours for the day.”
“Thank you,” I repeat, unsure of what else to say.
“You don’t have anything old,” she mutters.
I almost tell her that I feel a hundred years old some days, so that can be my something old. A throat clears from the doorway. I know that throat clear, because it’s my brother’s. I grew up with it.
“I’ll just…” Henli murmurs, leaving the room.
She doesn’t go far. In fact, she stands just on the other side of the doorway, and I have a feeling it’s for two reasons. One reason is that she wants to be here to support me, the other because she wants to make sure my brother doesn’t do anything, as he has a reputation of being a fucking asshole.
“You need something old?” Raul asks.
“I’ll be okay. It’s just a stupid superstition anyway. I don’t really believe in all that stuff,” I murmur.
Raul chuckles, then closes the distance between us. “Well, I do,” he states, and I watch as he reaches into his pocket and takes something out. “Hold out your hand,” he murmurs.
