Page 47 of Reckless

“He’s sixteen.”

“What are you two doing together?”

“Playing videogames.”

“You could have done something else with your time. Something that would help with the wedding.”

“I helped. I texted Madison. And it’s summer break.”

“For Troy. Not for you.”

“Spencer, I had two options. I decided I was in a mood for a videogame. Let it go.”

“What was the other option?” I asked knowing it would be something I wouldn’t like hearing.

“Strip club. It’s not off the table. I can go tomorrow. I have to find a date for the engagement party. We could have the bachelor party after midnight. I know how to share.”

“You are a pig. Don’t talk like that in front of Troy.”

“Again. He’s sixteen. He doesn’t need me to talk about strippers to be thinking about them, believe me.”

“I personally think no one ever should believe a word that came out of your mouth.”

“Finally on the same page… Shit,” I heard an intense clicking sound. “I have to go. I’m about to die because of you.”

“That’s the best thing I heard all day.”

Tyler laughed.

“I knew if someone could dig the mean person out of you, it would be me.”

“Enjoy your play date, boys.”

Tyler growled at me and killed the call.

The next day around noon I went to the dress fitting. Sylvia, Madison and Clem were already there.

“Hello, Mrs. Hartley,” I waved at her, but Sylvia opened her arms showing me she expected a hug. She was holding a glass of champagne. I couldn’t stop staring.

“Oh, relax, Hannah. I’m not drinking it,” she scolded me and pretended she kissed me on the cheeks. “What am I supposed to do? Tell the sales lady I am an alcoholic.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

“It’s fine. Let’s find you a dress. You will be the most important person at the wedding. After the bride of course.”

“Maybe the third most important person?” I asked with the nicest smile I could muster. She annoyed me already, but I didn’t want to get on her bad side unless absolutely necessary. “Lucas seems important too.”

“No one looks at men at a wedding,” she left her glass on a small table and clapped her hands. “Do you have a color in mind?” Her tone implied she already had a color for me inhermind.

“Not really. Let me take a look around, okay?” I patted her hand and left her standing before she had time to say something else.

I heard that Madison was arguing with someone behind a huge white curtain that hid a part of a large podium.

“Are you seriously going to pass this as a wedding dress? It looks like a potato sack. My baby sister is not wearing a potato sack at her wedding.”

“Madison!” Clem’s voice boomed.

“Clem,” Maddie said firmly, not backing off. “We are in a hurry, but that doesn’t mean we are desperate. We are not buying the ugliest dress they have just because they want to get rid of it.”

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