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“Can I trust that you’ve accepted this as God’s plan?”
By some miracle, I manage not to roll my eyes.
My father nods, satisfied. He dismisses me for bed.
“Goodnight, Marigold,” He says, and his blue eyes glint like ice. “Sleep tight. Tomorrow is your wedding day.”
Chapter 37
Marigold
I can’t sleep.
I toss and turn all night, like a prisoner before their execution.
I try to stop thinking about Gunner, Rex, and Zeke. But it’s no use.
I don’t manage to sleep much and there are dark circles underneath my eyes to prove it.
“No matter,” Loretta chirps. “That’s what make-up is for!” She pats me on the back as she guides me towards a white upholstered chair.
We are on a tight schedule today. First, an appointment with a hairstylist. Loretta has decided that we should twist my hair into a chic chignon, despite my opinions on the matter. Then, I’ll visit with a make-up artist. I’m going to be on local television, after all. Finally, someone will slip me into my dress, which I've yet to even lay my eyes on.
I didn’t choose a single thing for this wedding,I think and I can’t help but roll my eyes.
My hair is teased, curled, and coiled into perfection, topped off with a generous helping of hairspray. My face is primed, contoured, and painted until every feature on my face is exaggerated. It’s finally the moment to step into the dress.
It’s just as bad as I imagined.
The only nice thing I can say about it is that it fits. The high-necked, shapeless dress made of itchy white lace does nothing to complement my shapely figure.
“Aw, you look lovely, Mary,” Bianca says, but she covers her mouth with one hand to hide her smirk. She was allowed to select her own sleek, strapless dress.
“It’s beautifulandmodest,” Loretta says haughtily.
It’s the last dress I would have chosen, but it matches everything else about this day.
I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to doanyof this.
But there’s no way out.
I’m going to have to walk down the aisle.
Chapter 38
Zeke
When I look in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. Most of my tattoos are covered and my messy blonde hair is smoothed into a discreet ponytail at the nape of my neck.
“Do you really think this is going to work?” I ask.
“Unless you just want to go in and kill everyone,” Rex replies, giving me side-eye.
“Yeah,” I nod. “That sounds better.”
That’s more of my MO, anyway.
Gunner rolls his eyes. “You crazy fucker,” He grumbles, shaking his head. He looks even more enormous than usual in a suit and the dress shirt is tight around his thick neck. “That’s not what Prez gave the okay for,” Gunner growls.
