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But, when I’d contacted her a few days later asking her how she liked the cake, she’d replied. Then we’d hit it off, talking back and forth. And before I knew it, she’d become my taste tester and our friendship was born.
Now, we didn’t see each other all that much, but we did send each other hourly memes and talked on text message non-stop.
When she’d asked me to be her maid of honor, I hadn’t hesitated.
I agreed, though.
I wish that I wasn’t leaving her behind when I left. I wished I could pack her up and bring her with me.
But I knew that I would be seeing her a lot.
She’d married one of my childhood friends—though we hadn’t realized that Justice and I had been childhood friends when Royal had agreed to marry him. It was only later as we’d spent more time with each other and Royal’s new ‘significant other’ that we realized we were going to be much closer than we’d originally expected.
It’d all just worked out that way.
“Do you think it’s weird that I want you to marry Lock?” she all of a sudden burst out.
I blinked in surprise.
“What?” I asked.
“I purposefully paired y’all together,” she admitted. “I knew that you’d like him. I’m hoping that he seduces you into staying.”
I flushed at remembering his words about my dress earlier.
“Royal…” I started.
“Oh, I’m not expecting miracles,” she said. “I was just hoping that you might find a little inspiration in wanting to stay.”
I blushed.
“I want to stay,” I admitted. “I want to so badly…I just can’t keep working here and not making any money. I have to have a way to pay my way. And I’m not taking any of the money my father offered me. I just…I want to make it on my own.”
“You should look into driving to Tyler or something,” she said then. “They have a lot more people than we do. Or Shreveport even.”
I helped her stand back up after she was done, and then resettle her skirt.
“I applied in Tyler, Longview, Shreveport, and a few other places,” I explained. “I’m at a loss.”
She washed her hands and then turned to survey me.
“I don’t want you to go.” She frowned. “You’re my only female friend.”
I hugged her tight, and she hugged me right back.
She sighed.
“I want to take this dress off and burn it,” she finally admitted. “I’m so over it.”
“I’ll take mine off if you take yours,” I teased.
Her eyes lit up.
“Would you?” she asked, looking more eager than ever.
I frowned. “Royal, it’s your wedding. If you want to take your dress off, do it.”
She turned around and presented me with her back.
