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I found wedges that are silver, and that’s the same color as the other girls’ heels. Heather was right—she didn’t care what I wore just as long as I was in the wedding. After slipping them on, I grab my dress out of the garment bag and pull down the zipper before stepping into it. I get it situated and reach behind me, doing up my zipper.

I move in front of the mirror, adjusting the bodice of the dress, and fiddle with my boobs until they look a little perkier. I look like me but I don’t, and the minute all the formal stuff is over I’m changing back into my normal clothes.

There’s a knock on the door, and then I hear my mom. “Are you going to come out anytime soon? Heather’s in her dress.”

I know I can’t stall any longer, and the minute I pull the door open Mom steps back but doesn’t take her eyes off of me, and her eyes are bright. “Beautiful,” she whispers ever so quietly.

“Oh my God, Britain.” Heather comes rushing over. “You’re wearing a dress, and for me.” My future sister-in-law pulls me into a hug. “Thank you.” I close my eyes and smile, knowing I made the right decision.

I pull back and look at her. “You’re fuc—freaking beautiful. You look like a princess. Marcus is going to go crazy when he sees you.”

We pose for pictures and then Mom pops the cork on a bottle of champagne for us and sparkling cider for momma-to-be, Bridgette, and Annie. I swallow the champagne down and one of the other bridesmaids pours me another glass.

The other bridesmaids step out into the hall for minute. My mom grabs a little box out of her bag and brings it over to Heather. “Marcus’s dad gave me these for our first anniversary, the second first. I thought this could be your something old and something blue.”

Heather opens the box and begins to cry. “T-These are beautiful, Sheila. Thank you so much.” I smile watching my mom hug her, and then watch my mom put the sapphire earrings in Heather’s ears. Her blonde locks are down in beach waves so you can’t see them on her, but we’ll know they’re there.

There’s a knock on the door and Silas sticks his head in. “Is it okay if we come in?” He steps inside looking smokin’ hot in his tux. It’s just a simple black tux with the white dress shirt and black tie. Sam steps in behind Silas and is dressed identical to his son. Today Sam is using the kickass cane that Silas bought for him.

I watch both men’s reactions when Heather walks toward them. Silas’s blue eyes shine bright and his smile warms my heart. Both men hug her tight and speak quietly to her while we stand off to the side.

Heather whispers to Silas and he turns toward me. I hold my breath as I await his reaction, and luckily, he doesn’t make me wait long. He walks slowly toward me and I don’t miss the heated look in his eyes. The blue is so bright they almost match the sapphire earrings.

“Do I look okay?” He cups my face and kisses me hard.

“I think he likes it,” my mom says. I laugh against Silas’s mouth at her words.

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The wedding was beautiful, short, sweet, and to the point. I did trip walking down the aisle, but Keith was walking me so he kept me from doing a face plant. The girls did great as the flower girls. When they reached the end, Annie turned around and curtsied.

Silas and Sam walked Heather down the aisle and I felt tears fill my eyes as I watched them. Their dad looked so proud. I know one of Sam’s new friends has a son who is a physical therapist, and he worked with him before the wedding. All Sam wanted to do was be able to give his daughter away, and he did just that.

As sweet as that was, the best moment was when Marcus spotted Heather at the end of the aisle in her dress. He denies it, but there were tears in his eyes.

The reception was at Lakewood Country Club. The manager brings his cars to be serviced at our shop and gave my dad a huge-ass discount. Heather and Marcus decided to just do hors d'oeuvres and then the cake, of course.

During the wedding party dance I, luckily, got paired with my man. I was born with two left feet, and swaying is the only move I’ve got. Silas, on the other hand, has got some moves, and at one point he spun Mom around the dance floor until she was giggling like a smitten teen.

Last night at the rehearsal dinner, Silas surprised the soon-to-be newlyweds with a week in Galena, and even rented them a house. They weren’t going to go anywhere—just stay in town and hang out.

Now, I sit with my Annie Bananie asleep in my lap, watching Silas and his sister dancing. Keith and Beth disappeared about fifteen minutes ago and I don’t even want to think about what they’re doing…gross.

My parents have been getting down all night. My dad’s a good dancer, but my mom is fantastic. I smile while watching them dance to their song, Let’s Stay Together by Al Green. Marcus is dancing with Bridgette, but then swaps her with Heather, spinning her around.

Beth and Keith return a few minutes later and all I can do is shake my head at them. She looks slightly embarrassed and he looks like the cat that ate the canary. I decide not to give them shit because I hope that Silas and I still can’t keep our hands off of each other after years together.

Marcus and Heather leave first, heading to the suite my parents got for them tonight. I hug and kiss them both and we all stand outside, waving to them. Silas and I help get Annie and Bridgette loaded up in their minivan and they all leave.

Mom, Dad, Sam, and his buddy Mac leave, and we follow them out. We’re both quiet on the way back home until I hear Silas whisper, “Pull up your dress.”

My heart begins to beat faster and my pussy immediately starts getting wet. I wiggle around until I’m able to get the back of the dress up and then spread it apart at the slit. Silas reaches over, resting his hand on my bare thigh.

I hold very still while his hand slowly slides up. Goosebumps pop up all over my body as he gets closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. “Spread your legs.” I do as he commands and spread my legs as much as I can. “Reach in your panties and show me you’re wet.”

Again I do as he tells me. I moan when my fingers slide over my clit. I reach my pussy and of course it’s wet. I pull my fingers out and Silas grabs me by the wrist, bringing my fingers to his mouth. I whimper as he sucks each wet digit into his mouth.

“Take off your panties.” I do it and then hand them to him, and Silas sticks them in the pocket of his tux jacket.

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