A Complicated Dance

Chapter 2

I landed around six thirty last night. Taylor gave my directions to her house, and I pulled up next to her Lamborghini with my Mustang.

Nothing has changed. I still hate money and I still haven't bothered getting a new car.

I don't know the bridal party, but I do know my sister. She's the Matron of Honor, and she's dating Chase, Taylor's brother. He's the second best man.

We're all in a limo.

"I'm freaking out." Taylor says.

"Relax." I put my hand on her back. The photographer-they have two, is taking pictures of Taylor and me consoling her.

"I don't know if I can do this." She says. We pull up to the beach and get out. People are filing in, and look concerned as Taylor leans against the wall, panting.

She's about to cry.

"Listen." I say. "You love Dylan, right?" she nods. "Can you imagine your lift without him?" she shakes her head. "Can't you see little kids running into you and Dylan's room in the future waking you and your husband up for Christmas? Can't you hear the litter patter of their feet? Can't you imagine your baby twirling your ring on your finger to calm him or her down?"

She nods slowly. "I can do this." She says.

"You can do this. That's the spirit!" I high five her. "Now let's go. We have a bride to wed!"

We wait outside the door in line the groomsmen come out.

"You go in after Marissa. I'll tell you when." She whispers.

I nod.

I realize suddenly that I need to walk down the aisle with Ryan.

I'm clutching my flowers so tightly.

The third bridesmaid and groomsmen goes first, then the second, then the first, and then Marissa and Chase.

And then, Ryan rounds the corner. He doesn't say anything; he just raises his eyebrows at me and bends his arm.

I loop my arm through his.

Mom and Mrs. Scott are already tearing up, but right when they see us walking down the aisle together, they start sobbing.

Dylan waves at me and I wave back. Ryan delivers me to my spot and stands in his, behind Dylan.

My heart is hammering in my ears and I feel like dying.

God, Ryan is standing five feet from me!

Why did I ever break up with him?

The flower girl comes down and throws flowers. The ceremony is in a nice hotel on the beach and the reception is in the sand, and we're allowed to take our shoes off out there, too.

The music changes, and Taylor starts walking down, escorted by her father. He places Taylor's hand in Dylan's and whispers a threat. Dylan smiles and whispers something back, and the ceremony starts. I pay attention as best as possible.

"Do you, Dylan Ryan Scott take Taylor Paige Kennedy as your lawfully wedded life, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Dylan says.

"And do you, Taylor Paige Kennedy take Dylan Ryan Scott as your lawfully wedded life, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish for as long as you both shall life?"

Taylor doesn't say anything, and my heart shatters when she looks down. Then, she looks right at Dylan. "I'm sorry." She whispers.

She turns around and runs into the bathroom.