Page 45 of Tell Me Again
Sam shrugged. “He let me go.”
“He should have never let you go,” Chloe murmured. “You are worth holding on to, Sam. You have to believe that.”
Wasn’t that just the rub? She thought she’d grown enough that she could believe it but now—
The curtain in front of the dressing area parted, and Sam gasped as Kendall stepped toward them. All three women rushed forward and there were a few moments of hugging and crying as they exclaimed over their beautiful friend as a bride.
“You look like something out of a fairy tale,” Chloe whispered.
“Ty is going to lose his mind,” Jenny added.
Kendall smiled and swiped at her cheeks. “Don’t make me cry.” She pointed at Sam. “If you cry, I’m going to cry.”
“I’m not crying,” Sam said, even as she dabbed at the corner of one eye. “I don’t cry.” Except these days she was a veritable watering pot. It was embarrassing.
Kendall was a beautiful bride, and the dress she’d chosen was perfect for her. It was elegant and classy with just a touch of whimsy. The material was silk chiffon, which draped and fell in layers over her curves. Her creamy skin was set off by the ivory lace across the strapless bodice and more delicate lace over the fitted waist and flared ball-gown skirt.
“You have a train,” Jenny murmured, sounding a bit awestruck. “Like a princess.”
Kendall’s brows shot up but Jenny laughed and hugged her. “Just kidding,” the redhead said quickly. Sam knew one of Ty’s nicknames for Kendall when they’d first met had been Princess, which he mainly used to annoy the hardworking news anchor. It hadn’t exactly been love at first sight, which made Kendall’s happily-ever-after so much sweeter.
“Are those flowers?” Chloe reached forward to gently trace the gold stitching of the lace train.
Kendall nodded, her smile widening. “Even though most of his work is with Owen’s foundation these days, Ty still loves gardening.”
Sam raised a brow. “I think you once called it ‘mucking around in the dirt.’”
“I was a brat,” Kendall said. “Now I want to honor what he loves.”
“What he loves most of all is you,” Jenny told her. Jenny and Ty were like brother and sister, and the redhead had taken over Ty’s landscaping business when he went to work for the environmental foundation funded by local billionaire Owen Dalton.
“I wouldn’t be here without my friends.”
Sam felt Jenny step away and pulled her back into their tight circle. “Nice try, Red. But we’re a package deal. You’re friends with Ty. You’re friends with Kendall. You’re stuck with all of us.”
“I know, but you three were friends first. I get that and it’s fine. Besides...”
Chloe’s delicately arched brows furrowed. “Besides what?”
“Owen’s going to be at the wedding, right?”
Kendall nodded. “Of course.”
“Well, I didn’t exactly leave things with him on good terms after—”
“You cheated on him,” Sam supplied.
Jenny cringed as Chloe elbowed Sam in the ribs.
“What? She told us the story. Everyone’s worried about me screwing up, and we’re standing here with the reigning queen of self-sabotage.”
“We weren’t even dating,” Jenny mumbled. “Officially.”
“That hottie tech genius was head over heels for you,” Sam argued. “You purposely ruined it.”
“Be nice,” Kendall counseled, like she was speaking to a toddler or a puppy.
Sam arched a brow at Jenny. “Do you want nice or honest?”
