Page 115 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming
Bridget looks at it again. They were sitting outside an ice cream parlor enjoying their ice cream cones when she leaned in and took the picture. Right after, he kissed her, tasting like pralines and cream.
She looks up at him. “We should go back to LA,” she says.
“What?”
“Silas, I’m in love with you. That’s all that matters. Not revenge. Us. Let’s go home,” Bridget admits.
“I’m down for whatever you want to do, but please let me say my piece.”
“The floor is yours.”
“This started out as your revenge plot, but it quickly became ours the minute I agreed to come to this wedding with you. And that has only grown the more I’m around you. You are my Queen Miranda, and I am your Tyberious. You will always have my sword, and you will always have my heart. Now get some sleep, we have a wedding to go to tomorrow.”
Bridget should have known he’d know just what to say. She smiles coyly and says, “Okay.”
He gently takes her by the back of the head and presses his lips against hers.
The next day, they head to the hotel bar and chill. Bridget is hungry, so they skip the ceremony and attend the reception instead. They sit at a table while Bridget looks over the menu and Silas checks in with the girls. Bridget called Lamar’s parents and checked in with the kids an hour ago.
A group of ladies are seated at a table beside them, talking. It doesn’t take long before Bridget is looking up from the menu and Silas is looking up from his phone.
“Justine is being ridiculous,” a gorgeous Black woman with lavender hair and dimples says.
“I know, right? I mean, what did she expect? It was never going to be a huge turnout,” an equally gorgeous Latina woman in red says.
“I know one thing. She had better stop pouting and get her ass out of the bridal suite before people leave. Then she and Lamar won’t be getting married in front of anyone,” an Asian woman with a pink pixie cut says.
“God, I’ll be happy when this day is over,” lady in red says.
“You and me both,” pink and pixie reply.
“And can somebody explain to me why we had to trek all the way to Montana for this nonsense?” lavender dimples asks.
“Because it’s the setting—” pink and pixie answers.
“Yeah, I know it’s the setting of Lamar’s books, but so what? We’re not even on a ranch. The wedding is at a hotel. They could have easily held this travesty in LA. Hell, more people probably would’ve come. I’m only here because I felt sorry for Justine,” lavender dimples adds.
Bridget and Silas exchange a glance. She knows they shouldn’t be listening, but their table is nearby, and the bar isn’t that crowded.
“Let’s be honest. How long do you think Lamar and Justine will last?” lady in red asks.
“I give them six months, tops. His ego will be enough to push Justine away,” lavender dimples answers.
Yikes!Looks like I didn’t even need to be here.Between a ceremony that’s an hour late and this, my revenge started without me.
“Justine is my friend, and I love her, but she’s not innocent in all this. She chose to be a side chick. Hell, that’s why her parents aren’t here,” lady in red argues.
Holy shit!Her parents aren’t here either?
“I don’t envy Jussie at all. She’s about to marry a narcissist; her parents aren’t speaking to her, and her step-kids hate her,” pink and pixie remarks.
They all get a text at the same time.
“Looks like she left her room and is ready to ruin her life. C’mon girls, let’s go witness this train wreck.”
Bridget and Silas look at each other. He chuckles, shaking his head, and she shrugs.
“You still want to stay here?” he asks.
