Best Kept Promise (Best Kept #2)

Chapter 1: Blue Haired Boy

BEFORE YOU START READING I WANNA SAY SOME THINGS!! First thing, I wanna dedicate this whole book to Kiki ( Bandsss_queen). She's been through everything I've written for this story so far, she's helped me with so much, and her support has helped me a lot with this book as well. She's literally the sweetest person ever ilooooveeeyouuuu.

ALSO, WARNING: This book WILL contain explicit language and New Adult themes. Oh and a v cute blue haired boy named Tyler that's sarcastic, actually five years old, a full on nerd, really sweet, an actual puppy, and he's in a band. That is all.

Song: Perfect Score by State Champs

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"Maggie! Are you ready?" My mom's voice comes up the stairs.

"Yeah!" I call back. "I'm getting my shoes on!"

"Hurry up! The car's here!"

I roll my eyes and finish fixing the straps of my heels. Carefully, I rise up off my bed and smooth my palms down the pink bridesmaid's dress that flows down to my feet. I adjust the strapless bust because if I I'm not careful, I just might flash someone by accident. Yeah, that's not my intentions at my sisters wedding. Even as funny as it would be, my dad would not be happy.

With careful steps, I walk down the stairs and out the front door. My dad is waiting by the sleek black car parked outside of our house in the circular cobblestone driveway. My dad decided it was a good idea to put a giant fountain right in the middle of it. It would be different if the statues were angels or some kind of goddesses, but no, not my dad. He thought gargoyles were a good idea.

My dad gestures toward the open door and I hurry to slide in next to my mom. She's tapping away on her phone. "Work on your daughter's wedding?" I question.

The car starts rolling when my dad gets in beside me.

A sigh and then she locks her phone. "I have an important client this week. Erica just sent me an email—"

"Honey," Dad interrupts. "Just put it away. You'll be okay for one day."

Go, Dad.

Mom let out another annoyed breath and put her phone in her clutch.

"Is Nora already at the church?" I ask, picking at my dress.

"She's on her way. We're running late." She pushes a strand of blond hair from her face.

We don't live far from the church my sister is getting married at. My mom just likes to get worked up for no reason. If she's not on time by five minutes, she'll call it a pointless trip and go home. That would be horrible considering it's her daughters wedding. It's still something my mom would do because she's just that kind of person.

In another five minutes, we arrive at the church and the driver walks around to open my mom's door. Dad opens his first, so I slide out on his side. He grabs my hand and helps me out before shutting the door. He holds out his arm for me and I loop mine through his as we start walking towards to church entrance.

When we enter, the mom of the groom is our guide to find Nora. I've only met the lady a few times and she's been nothing but nice. She seems to always have a smile on her face like her son.

We walk down a hall and she stops to open a set of double doors. The first thing I see is Nora in her wedding dress. White, fitting to her curves, and it sinks down to the floor. There's a small train behind her because I remember her tripping over the longer one. She looks gorgeous either way.