Page 39 of The Fiancée Farce
“What? Oh God, don’t tell me you actually like that tradition.”
“No! It’s just... I caught the bouquet at Madison’s wedding.”
Talk about timely.
“It was an accident,” Tansy tacked on. “I was tryingnotto catch it, actually.”
Gemma snorted. “I’m starting to think I need to wrap you up in bubble wrap before the big day, you disaster magnet.”
“I’ve been called worse things,” Tansy joked. “In all seriousness, I’m not a fan of the bouquet toss, either.”
“Good. We’re agreed.” Gemma racked her brain for other traditions that made her dry heave. “No choreographed dance routines. They give me secondhand embarrassment.”
“Same.”
She picked at a thread on her comforter. “And my father won’t be giving me away.”
Gemma didn’tbelongto anyone but herself. And even if shehadwanted her father to walk her down the aisle, Victor would probably laugh his ass off if she asked.
“Same.” Tansy laughed.
Gemma cringed. Fuck. “Tansy—”
“It was supposed to be a joke, but clearly it didn’t land.” Tansy’s laughter had an edge to it that left Gemma’s heart feeling likeit was made of lead. “Anyway, um, if we’re getting all with the heavy, I might as well mention that I want to wear my mom’s wedding dress, okay?”
“Of course,” she murmured, heart aching. “I think that’s beautiful.”
Tansy laughed. “They got married in the eighties. Adjust your expectations accordingly.”
She was pretty sure Tansy would look beautiful wearing a trash bag, but she refrained from saying that. “Speaking of the eighties, want to have our first dance to ‘Another One Bites the Dust’?”
Tansy snorted. “I don’t know. Wouldn’t ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ be a bit more apt?”
“Ooh.” Gemma grinned. “I do love a good Rickroll. Though that might be a little too on the nose.”
“True.” Tansy laughed. “I think a lot of these are things we can discuss with the wedding planner. Speaking of which, Katherine already has us booked for a consultation. Is that okay?”
“As long as this wedding planner of Katherine’s can get us hitched before the holidays, it’s fine.”
“If she can’t, we can always go the courthouse route after all.”
That they could.
“You realize this means we’re going to have to put on a show, right? We’re going to have to act besotted, like we’ve been dating for the last six months.” Gemma smirked up at the ceiling. “We’ll have to kiss. Again.”
Tansy’s breath hitched audibly, and Gemma couldn’t help but picture Tansy turning the prettiest shade of petal pink.
“I don’t have a problem with that.”
Gemma shut her eyes.
God help her if she ever had the pleasure of tracing thesouthward spread of Tansy’s flush. If she ever got to put her mouth on parts of Tansy other than her lips. She just might lose her mind.
God help Tansy, too. Gemma would make damn sure she sounded a mite more enthusiastic than merely not having a problem with it.
“I’m glad we have that sorted.”
“I guess I’ll see you at our engagement party?”
