Page 46 of Endless Harmonies

“Aw, man,” Greg jokes. “It’s really nice having you next door by the way. I’m sure the kids will be running back and forth all of the time when they’re older.”

“You have boys,” Roark groans. “Is it too late to close off the tunnel between our houses?”

“It’ll be fine,” Greg grins as we walk inside. “Besides, Dev is also a boy, and I’m sure he’ll be up to no good at some point too.”

“Maybe,” I remark. “We’ll have to let him grow up a little bit for that. Good night, Greg.”

“Night,” he says, taking off for the basement. I swear, he loves the tunnel.

“Was that Greg using his tunnel again?” Layla asks from the kitchen. She’s been wanting to learn how to cook, and Roark has been showing her his tricks.

“Mmhmm,” I say, setting Devlin into his swing.

“Okay, so dinner is all ready. Are you ready to talk about tomorrow and our itinerary?” Layla asks.

“Alright, hit me with it,” I nod.

The more Layla talks about the bridal shops and types of dresses each specializes in, the more excited I get. I’m only getting married once, it may as well be one of the best days of my life.

* * *

There’s somuch tulle here. I struggle to find my way out of the dress I’m in, giggling at how ridiculous I have to look. I’m going to need to call for backup.

“Layla, help!” I call out, laughter coloring my voice. “I’m being attacked by layers!”

“Good Lord, girl,” she giggles, opening the curtain. “You look like a powder puff.”

“I’m pretty confident that I can say this dress is a no,” I snort.

“It’s a fuck no,” she mutters. “Okay, fluffy dress… give me back my sister!”

We have way too much fun as Layla helps me out of the dress.

“I think this dress is a no,” my sister says, raising her brow at the sales consultant helping us. Kerri covers her mouth with her hand to hold back a laugh as she takes the dress from Layla.

“So less tulle,” she says, her voice muffled.

“Much less tulle,” I beg. Kerri loses the fight with her amusement and snorts, excusing herself from the room.

“You broke her,” Layla says. “What do you think she’ll come in with next?”

“Ugh, maybe we should go to the next bridal shop,” I groan. This is the third place today and I’m starving.

“Suck it up, buttercup. You can do this. Besides, our appointment for the next place isn’t for another few hours. If I don’t feed you soon, you may turn into a gremlin,” Layla confesses.

“I’m really damn close,” I grumble.

“Okay,” Kerri says, breezing back in. “I have a few more dresses. Is it time for alcohol yet?”

Initially I had declined the offer of champagne, but now I think I need it.

“Yes, please. I think it’s definitely time,” I tell her as I look at the dresses she brought.

One is a mermaid style that has lace and a thin lavender bow around the waist. My eye catches on it, and I whip around to look at Layla.

“Girl, I see it. Try one dress on before it, because you finally agreed to champagne. I don’t drink alone,” she smirks.

“It’s a good rule,” Kerri says, putting up the dresses in our changing room. “I’ll be right back.”

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