Page 64 of Promise Me Ever After
Before I answered, I wrestled with myself, wondering whether to tell her the truth. I left because of her. Because I didn’t want to end up in a fight because of something some prick said.
Alex: Got a bit banged up during paintball.
Georgie: Babe! Do you need me to kiss your bruises better? xxx
Hell yes. But I was over fifty miles away and couldn’t get home.
Alex: I’ll be home tomorrow and then you can do anything you want to make me feel better… xxx
Right then, I swore never to tell her what Fraser’s friends had said. It wasn’t worth it.
30
Georgie
Truly Scrumptioustruly did know how to cater for their bridal parties. When we’d arrived for Darcy’s final dress fitting, flutes of champagne and an array of canapés awaited us in our part of the dressing room. Miranda, the assistant who’d been helping us along the whole course of this journey, waited patiently.
“Now, don’t worry if the fit isn’t perfect,” she reassured Darcy. “A lot of brides fluctuate with their weight this close to the big day. We can make any alterations you need.”
“But what if it doesn’t fit on the day?”
“Darcy, the wedding’s in three days’ time. Do you seriously think you’re going to look like a heifer by then?” I stuffed another canapé into my mouth. They were delicious. Waste not, want not and all that.
Miranda silently telegraphed a note of thanks with her eyes. She probably had a lot more experience in dealing with nervous brides than me, but when it came to my sister, blunt sometimes worked best.
“Go on. See how it looks.” I encouraged Darcy to go behind the curtain and try the dress on again.
She did as she was told.
“She’s not as bad as this usually,” I told Miranda. “And I’ve no idea why she’s worried about not fitting into it. She’s barely let anything more than a stick of celery pass her lips over the past week.”
“It’s fine.” Miranda shook her head. “And totally normal. Did you want to try the bridesmaid’s dress on again?” She pointed at the cubicle next to Darcy’s.
“Sure.” I stood up, regretting having to move from the soft, squishy sofa.
“Miranda, can you come and help me?” wailed Darcy. “I think I’m stuck.”
I let out a laugh as I pulled the curtain behind me. Amongst my tasks on the day was assisting Darcy if she needed the bathroom. The fit of the dress meant she wouldn’t be able to go alone. I couldn’t wait for that joy.
Quickly, I pulled off my jeans and jumper. Underneath, I’d worn the lingerie I planned on wearing on the day to make sure it worked with the dress. The matching black with tiny pink roses set had delicate lacy detail around the cups and a cute bow on the back of the knickers. Checking out my reflection in the mirror, I grabbed my phone and took a couple of selfies.
Georgie: Thought you might like a sneak preview of what I’m wearing to the wedding…
It took mere seconds for Alex to reply.
Alex: What the actual fuck, Georgie? There’s a dress, right?
Georgie: Everyone gets to see the dress. You, on the other hand, get to see everything.
Alex: Everything?
I slid one of my bra straps off my shoulder and leaned forward, pushing my breasts together, and snapped another picture.
Alex shot back a row of fire emojis.
“How are you getting on in there?” Miranda’s voice floated through the curtain.
“Oh, fine. I might need you to help me with the buttons?” Hurriedly, I discarded my phone and wriggled into the indigo dress. There was a row of tiny buttons along the back, which would take ages to get in and out of. Alex would probably shoot his load before he got to undo them all on the night. I stifled a grin.
