I'll See You When I Fall Asleep

Chapter 39

A loud curse filled the room, startling Virgo and Cammie. They untangled themselves and glanced over their shoulders at Shea, hunched over the table, head in his hands. When he lifted his head, he snatched a pen and aggressively crossed out some line in a notebook. His jaw was tense and brow furrowed.

"What's up?" Virgo asked.

"Two more people cancelled. Assholes. Do they realize when they cancel less than a week before a wedding we still have to pay for them?"

"So their food is already paid for?" Cammie asked.

"Yes," Shea snapped through gritted teeth and massaged his temples.

"Why don't you invite Savannah and Jen? I'm sure they'd go," Cammie suggested as if it was the most obvious solution.

Shea blinked at Cammie like she had uttered the secrets of the universe. "Cammie!" Shea hopped up from the table, his chair toppling over, and picked her straight up off the couch, twirling her around in a big bear hug. He kissed her cheek when he set her down. "You're a genius!"

"Wow," Cammie laughed, dazed.

"You act so strange when you're stressed," Virgo laughed.

Shea ran a hand through his already touseled hair. His eyes glazed over. He snapped back to attention almost immediately, starteling the girls once again. "Cammie, what are the chances your sister can come too?"

Cammie hesitated and thought. "Probably high. She's home."

"Call her! Call her now!"

Cammie picked up her phone and dialed her sister. "Hey, do you wanna go to a wedding on Saturday?" A pause. "No, not mine, idiot. Why would you think it's my wedding?" Cammie listened. "It's Shea and Levi's wedding. Yeah, yeah. He had people cancel. Yes, we're all going to be there. Yes. Virgo, Savannah, and Jen. Oh my god, shut up and just come."

Cammie listened for a moment longer then hung up the phone. "Yeah, she's in."

"Thank god. Now I just need to find a few more people to invite to fill the last few seats." Shea looked frantically around the table for his pen, shuffling his papers around.

Cammie and Virgo exchanged looks and laughed, while Cammie wordlessly crossed the room and plucked the pen from behind Shea's ear and offered it to him.

"Seriously. You're a saint. I'm going to call Levi."

Shea began to pace up and down the halls while he spoke to Levi and they discussed different strategies of filling the extra seats and something about flowers. Cammie didn't pay much attention.

Flashbacks from the last ten months filled her head as she endured countless nights filled with phone calls to vendors, constant bickering over money, the guest list, color schemes, and the creation of their registry. The entire ordeal was disastrous. Virgo was relieved that it was almost over. After next week, all this stress would be behind them.

"American weddings are stressful," Virgo commented, as they settled back onto the couch to continue their movie.

"Yeah, you're telling me. Are wedding's in France this big of a deal?"

Virgo shrugged. "I don't think so."

"Then let's get married in France. Or, let's just elope."

"Oh, we are getting married now?" Virgo asked with a smirk, her eyebrow quirked.

Cammie rolled her eyes and gave Virgo a playful nudge. "No, I thought we would just be roommates the rest of our lives."

"Now you are asking to move in with me? This is all moving a little fast." Virgo grinned when Cammie rolled her eyes. "So when are you proposing to me?"

"No way. You're proposing to me."

"Who decided that?"

"Me. Right now."

"That's not fair."

"Listen, up until six months ago I thought I was marrying a dude, so I assumed I would be getting proposed to. Don't ruin this for me."

"She's got a point, V." Shea said, hanging up the phone. "You've gotta propose."

"You can't be on her side!"

"He's totally on my side, I solved his wedding crisis."

"You solved one of them. Want to help me with the rest of my list?"

"What if I wanted to get proposed to?" Virgo interrupted.

"Then you should have picked a different soulmate." Cammie pulled out her phone. "Now, let me show you the rings I like."

Shea hung on the back of the couch and peeked at the phone screen, deciding this was an important distraction.