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"I love you!" I jump up and down and throw my arms around her.

The seamstress scolds us for moving. I look down at the excess material she's cut off, and I have an idea. Formulating it in my mind, I pick up the discarded lace, then change into my dress.

"You're swimming in that! I knew you lost weight. I can't believe you let that son of a bitch get to you like that."

I let Francesca go on without interrupting. I know a lot of this is just nerves, and she needs an outlet. I'm happy to be whatever she needs me to be. Luckily for me, her phone rings and pulls her attention off of me.

"Finally!" She says after answering. "I've been calling you all day. Where the hell are you?"

Ah, the wedding planner finally surfaced. Better her than me. I stand still, doing my best not to get poked by any of the sharp pins the seamstress sticks into the dress as she pulls and tugs, tightening it up on me.

Chapter 11

He’s not coming. Hedoesn't know where or when the rehearsal dinner is, and I have no way of telling him. I don't have a phone or room number or any idea where I could just happen to run into him. I look in the mirror as I brush eye shadow over my lid. No matter how hard I try, I can't do it as well as Francesca. Instead, I look like I gave myself two black eyes.

Frustrated, I toss the brush across the counter. It doesn't matter; he's not coming. I close my eyes and take calming breaths. Once I reign in my insecurity and center myself, I grab a tissue and wipe my eyelids. It lightened the mess I made of my face. At least now I don't look like a prostitute.

The knock on my door startles me.

It's him!

Thump. Thump. Thump.

My heart takes off at light speed. Trembling, I smooth my hands over the sides of my simple slip dress and head to the door. My hand shakes as I turn the knob. I love feeling this high. It’s addicting. I never had this kind of unnerving excitement when Corey picked me up. Not even in the very beginning.

My lips curl up in a smile the second our eyes meet. The second I feel his eyes reach into my chest and touch my soul.

"How did you know when to be here? I had no way to tell you, and I didn't think–"

Before I can finish speaking, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. His mouth crushes mine, his hands tangle in my hair, and I forget everything that isn't Tim.

He comes up for air, and I take a deep breath. How does he keep doing that? I could understand knocking me off my feet the first time, maybe even the second, but every time he kisses me? It's new. It's exciting. And I can't get enough.

"Are you ready?" He asks, crooking his arm out for me.

I nod. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, don't you think it'll be awkward?"

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