Page 28 of Mr. Big Mistake
“And you’re sure about that?”
I sighed. “He did say he was going to get me a wedding present, whatever that means.”
“But you don’t know what that is?”
“Roxy, I trust him enough to let him surprise me with some stupid gift. Okay?”
She cupped my cheek, playfully sniffling. “My little girl’s growing up so fast.”
I shrugged her off. “I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“I hope you get hit by a car.”
“I knew you loved me.”
I walked over to my closet. “I hope you scuff your heels today, walking down that aisle.”
She gasped. “Why, I never in all my life--.”
I started laughing. “Get over here and help me figure out what the hell I’m going to wear today.”
Roxy started rifling through my clothes. “Well, think of it this way: after all of this is over, you’ll be ready to move forward and find a guy you can be confident in having a relationship with.”
“This has nothing to do with men. This has to do with me. I’m tired of this fear, and this one little thing controlling every decision I make with a man. For once, I’d like to relax on a date. I’d like to not lie to a guy when I say ‘I don’t have sex on the first few dates’ without feeling like I’m withholding this dirty little secret. I’m tired of carrying that weight around.”
She held a pink dress up to me. “Well, I’m proud of you.”
I held my arms out. “I think that’s a bit too much.”
“Yeah, me too. Let’s try that navy blue one? Do you still have it?”
“You don’t think that shows too much boobage?”
Her face fell. “You’re getting fake married so you can get for-real laid. No such thing as ‘too much boobage’ for something like this.”
“Hey, I still want to be classy.”
“You don’t have anything white in here you want to wear?”
I paused. “I feel like actually wearing white might make it seem…”
“Too real?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
She smiled softly. “I really am proud of you, Kelly. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you take charge of something other than your own fashion line.”
I turned to face my closet. “You know what, I think I still have that red dress. The strapless one? Remember that?”
“Oh, girl. Red on a wedding day. I’m all about it.”
As the two of us dug through my extensive closet, I tried to shove my thoughts off to the side. But I couldn't help but remember what might have been with Brenden and myself. I’d been harboring that crush on him for years now. Ever since I first met him. It was my freshman year in college. All that time, I had hoped and prayed that his eyes might finally turn my way. That he’d cast off his womanizing ways and finally see me for what I was: a girl who’s head over heels for him and wants nothing but to make him happy.
But, if this was all I’d ever get off him, I’d take it.
“Found it!” Roxy exclaimed.
