The Eccedentesiast

Chapter Fourteen

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Chapter Fourteen
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"Emiliano. The guests are going to be arriving any second." The wedding planner rushed to put the flower ornaments in their places.

"And that has everything to do with me because . . . ?" he responded, expecting an answer back.

"You have to greet them." She started fixing his suit, and he lightly took her by the wrists and led her hands away from his tie. "It's crooked."

"It . . . is . . . not." He glared at her.

"Abrielle." Isabella reaches for the wedding planner. "They're here."

Abrielle clapped her hands together and then started fixing the top of her head where baby hairs always frizzed. "Come on."

Isabella didn't follow and looked around at all the people that were already in the house. "Where the hell are Connor and Cristina?"

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"Okay, now try it with the fedora." Cristina handed him a black fedora.

Connor put it on so gracefully and then started making gun signs as he posed in the mirror. The suit he wore was a perfect size, almost as if it were tailored.

Connor fixes his tie. "I like this outfit. Even better than the cowboy one."

Cristina scrunched up her nose. "The cowboy one was so not you. This is. You look like a detective from back in the day." She laughed.

"Understandable."

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"I have no idea." Andy looked around. "I'll call him." He excused himself and stood aside.

Andy dialed his son's phone number and hoped he would pick up.

"Hey, Dad," Connor answered.

Andy sighed with relief and started scolding his son. "Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago-"

"Oh, yeah. That's cute."

"Connor."

Connor continued talking to Cristina.

"Connor . . . Connor!"

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm listening."

"I want you here. Now." Andy hung up and started walking back to the others.

"Andy." Isabella stops at his side. "Come on."

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Two Hours Later

Connor handed Cristina a bag that he was carrying, his arms at the brink of collapsing.

"Where to next?" Cristina said cheerfully, looking from store to store with those crystal blue eyes of hers.

Connor eyed a specific store. "You like makeup?" he asked.