Page 60 of Imperfection is Beauty

… As long as it’s her that’s walking down the aisle to me.

The ceremony went off without a hitch, and then it was time for the maid of honor to be walked down the aisle by the best man, it took all I had to keep my ass planted in the seat.

And as they walked by me, I lost the fury I was feeling, because instead of looking at him, she was looking at me, and then… then she fucking winked, and I knew I had never seen anything sexier than that.

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The reception wasn’t what you would call traditional. Not at all. The bride and groom didn’t walk into the room to be announced. No, they were too busy making out in the middle of the dance floor to be bothered.

I had a beer in my hand and was leaning up against a pillar waiting for Scarlett and whatever things she had to do.

And then… well… I really wished I was doing it with her.

Because then I wouldn’t have a woman sauntering over to me right now.

“Hello, don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Mecole.”

“Nice to meet you,” I muttered while silently wondering why anyone wanted to name their daughter Mecole. You know, Nicole, but… Mecole? Yeah, it was fucking weird.

And the woman who really should have gotten her hair done so her blonde roots weren’t showing to match her dark hair, asked, “You can’t give me your name? Oh, I get it, you like the anonymity of the night.” She was way off base with that one, “There’s just something about weddings. Bringing people together and all that. And… well... I don’t see a ring on your finger so…”

I didn’t have to say a word because I felt a tiny hand wrap around my forearm and a familiar head of perfect auburn hair met my view, “He doesn’t need a ring on his finger for him to be taken. And would you like me to let your husband know that you’re flirting with another man? Oh… wait… I can’t do that. I just passed him and Cecily in the bathroom. Handicap stall. Clothes were flying everywhere.”

That was when the woman gasped, and then crocodile tears hit her cheeks and then she was running off.

I wasn’t sure how much Betty had seen but when she broke apart from Red and then called out to the woman’s back, “Drama Queen.”

I snorted, then I looked down at Scarlett, who tilted her head back and gave me a blinding smile, then she asked, “So…. Care to do a first with me?”

I smiled back and simply said, “Name it.”

“I’ve never danced at a wedding,” she said.

I didn’t hesitate to drain the last of my beer, sat the empty on a table near me, and then… I offered her my hand.

Her smile, so fucking worth it.

Because I don’t dance in public.

Oh, I might have moves in the bedroom, but I don’t have moves on the dance floor.

But… for her? I would fake it. I would fake it all night long just to see that smile on her face.

With her hand in mine, my arm wrapped around her back and her other hand on my shoulder, I started to sway us to the music.

And because I was nosy as fuck, I asked, “Was her husband really cheating on her?”

She nodded, “Oh yeah. There’s a whole story to that.”

I lied, I had a few moves, well, honestly, they were moves I had seen take place, and for her, I tried them, her smile as I spun her around and then brought her back to my chest, fucking perfect, I winked down at her, “Got all night. And I’m curious.”

She grinned, “Okay, you asked for it. Remember that.”

I nodded and continued to sway to the music.

She winked up at me and then started, “So, Mecole met her husband, Jeremy in high school. She was a bitch to the extreme and thought all drama should revolve around her, Betty’s words. And she was telling the truth. So, one day, this new kid shows up. And with him apparently looking like a Ken Doll meets James Bond, Mecole was all over that. Until he told her in the middle of a class change that he wanted nothing to do with her until she pulled that stick that was shoved so far up her ass out.”

I nodded, letting her know I was following.

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