After the restaurant, our parents go back to their rooms while we all go out to the nearest club. As we’re dancing, I keep a careful eye on Jo and Jason. It’s adorable how they fall right back into old habits, laughing with each other and not having a care in the world. I really wish they would just get back together, but that’s none of my business. Jo will always do what she thinks is best and I trust her judgement.
The clock counts down to midnight, and while we’re basically zombies – being as it’s 6 AM back home – we celebrate with the rest of the crowd. Once it’s over, however, we leave and head back to the hotel.
“Here.” Holden hands me the small card. “Take our room key.”
“Where are you going?”
“It’s tradition to sleep in separate rooms the night before the wedding.”
“An ancient tradition.” I chuckle.
“Maybe so, but being as you’re already pregnant, this is one of few traditions we can still take part in.” When I pout, he continues. “Don’t worry, you won’t be alone. Emily is staying with you. I’ll be in Brandon’s room with him.”
“Well, I guess since I can’t have you, she’ll do.”
“I can hear you.” Emily sasses, making me laugh.
Holden bends forward and kisses me softly. “I’ll meet you at the altar.”
THE REST OF THE short time we’re awake is spent awake grilling Em for details, but she won’t budge. Thankfully, I don’t have much time to overthink it, because sleep pulls me under rather quickly.
In the morning, I wake to the sound of someone pounding on the suite door. Emily groans and shoves her head under the pillow, forcing me to get up and see who it is. When I open it, Bree, Jo, and Sky all push past me and into the room.
“Good morning, Miss Jacobs.” Sky greets me.
I rub my eyes with the back of my hand. “What time is it?”
“Time for you to get ready to become my sister-in-law.” Jo says happily.
“I thought Holden said the wedding isn’t until this evening.”
Bree coos. “You’re so cute when you’re naïve. We have a dress appointment in thirty minutes, followed by the spa, and then hair and makeup.”
“So much to do for an impromptu wedding.”
Skylar raises up her hands defensively. “I tried warning you. All this shit took me over a year.”
I walk over to Emily, pulling the pillow off her head. “Get up, loser. If I need to be awake this early, so do you.”
“You’re so dramatic. It’s like two in the afternoon back home.” Bree remarks.
“I’m pregnant. It makes me tired and cranky.”
“Bless Holden for dealing with you.”
I stick my tongue out at her and she chuckles.
Once Em and I are ready to go, we all head out for the boutique. The rest of the itinerary for the day, I’m okay with. This, however, is going to be rough. I’m not sure how many dresses they will have that will fit my belly. It’s not huge, but it’s definitely there.
I tell the girls that I don’t care what they choose, because to be honest – I don’t. The fact that they came all the way here is enough for me. I trust their judgement and fashion sense. So, while they’re scouring the racks, the sales woman focuses on me.
It takes a good hour before we find one that I like. It’s simple, an ivory colored dress that goes to just above my knees. It has spaghetti straps and the top layer of fabric is more of a see-through mesh to a silk underneath. It flows gently down the front of me, allowing for my stomach to remain comfortable. The bottom of the dress is open in the front, while the sides and the back become longer.
“Kayleigh, you look amazing.” Emily gasps.
“You think so?”
She nods. “I mean, Holden would marry you in a potato sack, but this is gorgeous.”