In a world of money, fame, and all the champagne that came with it, Camsy Colbert, the famous wedding planner, was alone. But it was fine; she was totally cool with being single. Men could never hold a steady relationship anyway.
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Wedding bells were ringing.
I mean, bells were literally ringing.
Mida made everyone carry around small golden bells that we were supposed to ring whenever she-the bride-walked by. She planned that while she was walking the aisle at the church, the bridal train would ring the bells.
I know, the idea was dumb. But there was no telling Mida that. Guess I was going to have to suffer through the constant ringing.
Asides from the walking down the aisle part, the other part of this wedding I was looking forward to was seeing Parker. It had only been, like, ten hours, but it felt like I was going to burst with giddiness if I didn't see him soon.
My hands hung frozen in Mida's hair. Previously, I'd been trying to rearrange a pin, but thoughts of him consumed me. And now I was like this: frozen in place.
All this felt too good to be true.
"You're thinking about Garth again, aren't you."
I quickly removed my hands from Mida's hair and brought them to my sides, snapping out of my reverie. Mida's perfectly drawn eyebrow only arched the more, topped with a smirk on her lips to complete the look.
A defeated huff escaped my lips, and my shoulders hung low, back arched. "I'm acting weird, aren't I?"
She only shrugged and stood up, pushing the chair back. "It's weird, but it's cute," she told me, smoothing out her already smooth wedding dress. Her gaze came up, locking with mine, eyes sparkling. "It's what love does to a person."
"We're not in love," I corrected, an index finger held up in the air. "We're just testing things, seeing where this takes us."
Mida deadpanned, "yeah, sure. I totally believe you."
I felt my eyes go wide. "I don't love Parker, Mida. Not yet. We've not gone that far," I tried to convince her. It was too soon to tag what we shared as "Love." I'd only gotten into this relationship yesterday!
Mida waved a hand dismissively at me, telling me she didn't believe me, but she wasn't going to argue on her wedding day. She stepped away from the dressing table, into the middle of the room, and twirled. The white lace fabric of her dress twirled with her. One of the sequins on the top caught the light of the chandelier above us and reflected the light straight at me.
She grinned. "How do I look?"
"Fantastic," was my automatic reply.
Really, did she expect me to tell her anything other than that? On her wedding day?
Every average woman's dream was her wedding day, so when that day came, the woman tried her best to look perfect. That's why no one could ever be ugly on their wedding day. No one.
Her eyes gathered moisture, but she was quick to flick it away with a manicured finger and blink rapidly. "I'm so happy right now. It's finally happening!"
