Page 151 of Loving Ladybug: Part One
Huh.
Cooter looked at his phone. “If you’re done being a sap, we have shit to do. Tonight’s the wedding. You can dance with Babybug. Just enjoy yourself–and them. Everything else can wait.”
Chapter Fifty-One
Clark
“This wedding isamazing.One day I’ll have one as fun as this,” Carlos said as he took a sip of beer at the reception. Music played in the background as people danced, drank, and had a good time.
“You want to get married?” I asked, grabbing a candy from the bowl on the table and unwrapping it.
Carlos seemed to be a serial dater, as was pretty common with kappas. It had to do with the thrill of the chase and them being adrenaline junkies. Also, if he was ever going to get married, he needed to stop hooking up with his ex, who he’d been texting again.
“One day, when I find the right person.” Carlos waggled his fingers at one of Celine’s friends as she walked by. “Not sure if I want an entire pack though.”
“I’d like a pack.” I glanced over at Gwen, who was talking to Verity and Valya. I’d always wanted a wedding–or at least a big mating party.
He snorted. “I think you’re on your way to getting one.”
My cheeks warmed. “I’d love that. Um, this is a really lovely wedding.”
The wedding itself had been down by the lake, under a canopy of lace and flowers and had been sweet and a little silly with music choices, dancing down the aisles, and everyone throwing paper airplanes, as the happy couple retreated. It had been mostly in French, which added a fairytale component to it.
Even now, at the reception, the outdoor pavilion we were in felt like something from a movie, festooned with flowers, lights, and lanterns.
Did Gwen want a wedding? Probably. She’d look fantastic in a gold poofy dress–or whatever color she wanted to wear.
Gwen lookedstunningtonight.The strapless blue gown accentuated her curves and did amazing things for her breasts. A slit showed off her muscular legs. Someone had done her hair and makeup and she sparkled.
“She’s so pretty,” Tenzin said softly.
“She is,” I agreed.
The dinner had just finished, and the program would start shortly.
Gwen came over to us. “I’ve got to get changed, but I’ll be back.”
She left, and I noticed others leaving too–like Cooter and Dean.
Celine did a dance with her parents, which was beautiful. She and JP had danced together earlier when they’d entered, right before dinner was served.
That would be fun, too, to dance with Gwen like that. I wanted to keep her. We could make it work no matter where we went for hockey. Together, we’d work through our pasts.
We’d be so good together.
Hot damn, Tenzin looked sexy tonight, in a dark gray suit. But that man looked good in everything. And nothing.
It was hard not to think about last night every time I looked at him.
JP’s sister, who’d been acting as the MC, got back on the microphone, calling Celine up to the center of the floor, where a chair had been set.
“We all know living with a goalie can be an experience,” his sister laughed. “My brother and his goalie friends have prepared a special dance for you, as a welcome to your new life as a goalie wife.”
The thumping bass of trendy club music filled the pavilion as JP burst onto the dance floor. He had changed into a jersey that saidTeam Trembleyin the wedding’s colors and black pants. Following him were his goalie friends.
Everyone cheered as they circled her, gave her flowers, then took position in front of her and started their dance. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was expecting, probably inflatable costumes and silliness. This wasn’t it.
Well, the song choice was borderline inappropriate for a family affair, featuring a warehouse remix medley of songs about ass shaking, being naughty, and getting freaky.
