~Completed~ Ransom Dryesdale had been best friends with Bentley Reynolds's older twin brother Archer since they were babies. Their moms have been friends since childhood and their dads since college. They were always close, all three of them. Ransom...
We were sitting around Harlan's living room, our moms and Gramps also present, a couple of weeks later. "So you're probably wondering why you're here?" I start to explain.
"I swear to God, Bentley, if you tell me this wedding is off I'm going to combust." My mom started, Linda nodding along.
"We're still getting married but that's what we wanted to talk to you about. We're cutting it close to the due date and we've decided we wanted to be married before she comes. We were thinking of asking you, Grandpa, if we could have it here? And maybe you could officiate?" Ransom asks.
Harlan was trying his hardest not to get emotional. "I'd be honored, to both."
"Thank you." Ransom and I say at the same time. Ransom reaches over, taking my hand in his.
"Well even if we can't have a traditional wedding, doesn't mean we can't do it up right. Have you picked floral arrangements, caterers, a cake? What about the band? Anyone decent is going to be booked up." Linda starts listing things frantically.
"Flowers have already been chosen and a florist has been contacted. After an hour of negotiations and a price tag that would make Rockefeller quake in his shoes, we agreed on a two week window to have everything ready. Same for the cake and the caterers. We don't have to worry about the band. A friend of mine from college, Colin, has a band and performs at weddings. They're local in Boston and can perform on short notice." I explain.
"Well good. Let's pick a date." Harlan says
"If it works for everyone, we were hoping to have it two weeks from this Saturday. That'll give us time for the florist, caterer, and baker to get everything ordered and ready and I know Colin doesn't have anything that weekend." I say and Ransom nods along, showing his agreement.
"Well let's get this show on the road. We have so much to do! Have you gone to your final dress fitting?" Mom asks me.
"I got a call from the shop yesterday to schedule. I'm going in tomorrow and I would really like it if you both could come." I tell our moms.
"I'll be there." Linda says and my mom nods.
...
The next morning I was standing in the private dressing room at a bridal boutique downtown, breathing heavily, nerves shooting sky high. One of the girls who works in alterations comes in, carrying a large garment bag and I visibly start shaking.
"When was the last time you tried it on?" She asks.
"The day I came in for measurements to get it fitted."
"Well let's see how you like it now." She says, unzipping the bag and pulling the dress from it. I was blown away. It was a trumpet silhouette with spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neckline and an intricately designed overlay.
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