Page 110 of The Marine

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IMESSAGE KAEL onemore time as I sit having my hair curled. It’s the third message I’ve sent in two hours, and he still hasn’t replied. I’m starting to think he isn’t going to attend the wedding.

Oh dear, how sad.

Truly, if he doesn’t want to come, I don’t care in the slightest, but it’s not like him to ignore me. I was expecting him to be sending me instructions and demands all day.

Nothing.

Not a single message.

I open up a couple of social media apps and see if he’s posted. If he’s met someone and spent the night with her, I’m buying a lottery ticket.

Nothing.

I glance up and bite my bottom lip. Something isn’t right.

Quiet Kael is a scary Kael.

“Tip your head over and I’ll give it a blast with the hairspray.” The hairdresser tells me.

I follow instruction and hold my breath, then flick my hair back.

“Okay so do we want big curls, or do you still want me to pin it up?”

I glance at my phone again. I could be worrying about nothing. If Kael doesn’t show up, then good.

“Savannah do you have a preference?” I ask, focusing on the wedding. I glance over at the blushing bride, who is having her eyes done. She already looks like the gorgeous movie star she is.

“Whatever makes you feel beautiful, honey.” She smiles at me.

I love that she asked me to be her bridesmaid. It’s a huge honor. I’m going to make sure everything runs smoothly, and she has the most wonderful day.

I turn back to the mirror.

Kael's unresponsiveness gives me hope.

“Let’s do the loose pinup photo you showed me.” I grin and sit back in the chair. “Then I’ll go make sure the guys are on track.”

And hopefully Kael will move on with his life.

I feel almost giddy.

“T minus thirty minutes, ladies.” Cassy says, sliding a plate of light nibbles in front of Savannah. “Eat something or you will fade.”

“I can’t. I have a thousand butterflies—or they might be pigeons—dancing around in my tummy.”

Cassy nudges the plate.

“And a baby. It’s a long day. Trust me. You need to eat.”

“She’s right Sav,” I say, “You’ve hardly eaten.”

“Ryder made me have breakfast this morning.” She insists.

“Let me guess. A smoothie,” Scarlett says. “That was five hours ago. Don’t make us force feed you.”

Savannah snickers and picks up one of the little sandwiches.

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