Page 101 of Cinderella Screwed Me Over
Jake and I had spent the last week getting to know each other better. We’d celebrated the fact that Nadine and my meeting with Patricia had gone so well that we were going to be able to take on only clients of our choice as soon as we wrapped up the Red Lion account. I dropped into Blue almost every day after work so we could have dinner together. We talked late into the night—or more like early into the next morning. He told stories about growing up, his family, and I did the same. We talked about interests, goals, everything and nothing. About the only thing we hadn’t done much of was sleep.
There’d been a slightly uncomfortable phone call with Porter, where I thanked him for the flowers and for helping me with my relationship with my dad, told him he was a great guy (I know, it sorta killed me to pull out that cliché line even if it were true) but informed him my situation had changed. That I was taken.
Drew had called, too, apparently to apologize, but ended up gloating more than anything that he was right about Jake. A few last-minute bumps had come up with Stephanie’s wedding, but she and I had taken care of them and made it through the rehearsal. And now it was the big day she’d been counting down for months.
Jake followed me into the living room. I draped my plastic-encased dress over my arm, then peeked in my bag one more time to check on my shoes and makeup. I’d taken the rest of it down to the car already.
“I’m pretty sure that’s everything.” I turned back to Jake, soaking in the image of him standing in my living room in only his boxers, and wishing that I had an extra hour to kill. I wrapped my free arm around his waist and leaned in for another kiss, taking a moment to linger and run my hand down the strong line of his back. “See you soon.”
“I’ll be there.”
As I reached for the doorknob, I realized I’d forgotten to warn him about the people he was going to encounter at Steph’s wedding. Worried I might not get another chance, I figured I better say something. “Just so you know, the people in my town are a little crazy. Since it’s small and everyone knows everyone, they all think they should be involved in my life. So don’t believe everything you hear, and don’t freak out if they ask you when you and I are going to tie the knot.”
“I’ll just send them to you for the answer to that question,” he said with a smile.
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smile back. I waved good-bye and headed for the elevator, feeling surprisingly cheerful about attending a wedding.
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“I’m hyperventilating,” Stephanie said, fanning her face with her hand. “Why is it, like, two hundred degrees in here?”
I grabbed a magazine off a table and used it to create a breeze. “Everything’s fine. You’re just nervous.”
“You would say it’s cold feet.” Steph put her hand over her heart. “I’m excited to marry Anthony. Iwantto marry him.”
I could tell by her shaky voice that she was trying to convince herself as hard as she was trying to convince me. “Steph, I know you want to marry him, and I know this is the day you’ve been dreaming about. Still, it’s perfectly fine to be nervous, even if you’re excited. It’s a big deal, and I’m sure it’s nerve-racking thinking about all those people staring at you.”
“Oh, shit. I forgot about all the staring people. What if I trip?”
“Your dad won’t let you. Neither will Anthony.” I put my hands on her shoulders and locked eyes with her. “But if anything goes wrong, I got your back. I’ll do something crazy…like flash everyone.” I looked down at my dress. “As soon as I can figure out how to.”
Stephanie laughed. “You do need to do something big to outlive the slapping story.”
“Yes, well, it’s my goal to do something crazy at everyone I love’s wedding.”
Steph took a deep breath. “Okay. Freak-out over. I’m getting married, I can’t wait, and everything’s going to go smoothly.” She flung her arms around me and I nearly toppled over. Once I was sure I was steady, I hugged my best friend back, thinking about all the good memories we’d had over the years and how my life would’ve totally sucked without her.
I grabbed my bouquet and handed Steph hers. “Let’s do this.”
Fifteen minutes later, Karl and I were marching down the aisle together, just like we’d practiced the night before. Already, several people were crying and dabbing their eyes with tissues. A couple weeks ago, I might’ve made a joke that they were crying because they knew that Steph’s and Anthony’s lives were over. But I was feeling like a glass-half-full girl today.
The audience members stood as the wedding march filled the air. Stephanie and her dad walked down the aisle. My best friend, the girl I considered my sister, looked beautiful. The beading on her bodice caught the light, her blond hair was curled and pinned up, and her smile lit the room.
Before I could prevent it—even sense its coming—a traitorous tear rolled down my cheek.Pull it together. You can’t join the rest of the hopeless romantics crying at a wedding. You’re better than this.
Another tear ran down and Laura slipped a tissue into my hand.
How embarrassing. If anyone asks, I’m crying because I’m losing my best friend.I swore I could feel Jake somewhere in the audience looking at me, too. I didn’t dare try to see if I was right.
Stephanie reached Anthony and they came the rest of the way together. As she spun to face her groom, I bent down and rearranged her train.
The priest looked at the two of them, a smile on his face. “We are here to celebrate the union of Stephanie and Anthony. These two people are here to commit to spending the rest of their lives together…”
I was working on reforming my opinion of forever relationships and all, but those words still made my stomach clench. But then I happened to glance out at the audience. My eyes went to Jake as if they knew he was there before I did. He smiled at me and I turned into a bit of a mushy twitterpated mess despite myself.
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Searching the reception hall for Jake, I ran into Karl. “Hey, have you seen Jake?” I asked. Karl had officially met him last night at the rehearsal dinner.
