I tighten my arms around her
“I got you,” Alice says.
“Al?”
“Yeah?”
I look up at her, and her concerned brown eyes lock on me. “I need you to make sure I get down the aisle with Connor.”
Alice blinks. “What?”
“Just promise me. Even if I freak out or if… something happens.”
Alice holds up her pinky. “I promise.”
I link my pinky with hers and exhale heavily, relaxing a little. If I can rely on anyone, it’s Alice. I cuddle into her more. “Connor is mine, right?”
“After me. But, sure. I guess.”
I nod and relax against her. My last thought before I drift into sleep is that I am relieved to be escaping all this for a while.
Alice and I walk to class, stopping at the coffee cart on the way.
“I think I should wear blood red as maid of honor,” Alice ponders, playing with a sugar packet.
“You can wear whatever you want.”
“Okay, good. Cause I’ve already been looking, and I think I’ve found a designer.” Alice pulls her phone out and finds the webpage of an insanely expensive designer who appears to specialize in gothic chic.
“Summer?”
I turn around to see Brett walking toward me. I smile at him. “Hey! It’s been ages!” I smile, pulling him into a hug while Alice sneers at him.
“Yeah, I’ve joined this shifter club. It’s keeping me pretty busy. I also saw you’re engaged. Congrats!”
I nod, looking down at the ring. “Thanks, it was a total surprise!”
Brett chuckles. “For no one but you, it seems.”
“What?” I ask, frowning.
“Well, he’s completely obsessed with you. Anyway, later.” Brett runs off to catch up with his friends.
Alice hands me my coffee. “That was weird,” I say, watching Brett stride away.
“Was it? I wasn’t paying attention,” she says, still looking at her phone.
I shake my head. “I am probably just being paranoid. Anyway, show me this dress.”
Alice taps on one of the dresses. “Okay, so I’m thinking this, but less tulle and more lace. And the skirt needs to be a deeper red than that.”
“It’s beautiful, Al.”
“Have you started looking at dresses?”
“No. I’m barely engaged.” I laugh, and Alice moves in closer.
“Sum?”