Page 33 of Four-ever Single

“Talking about your grandma. My dick isn’t hard anymore.”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the wine glasses, trying to hide the grin on my face.

WE FINISHED DINNER, and I helped Kensy clean up while the guys worked on bringing out the stuff Kensy insisted she needed from her office—which left me worried about what tonight would be like.

We sat down in the living room, and Kensy grabbed the notepad she had used to jot down a few notes on during dinner. I had expected that to be it, but apparently, we were going balls to the wall with full-on planning tonight. There were boxes spread out and lining the wall, piquing my curiosity as to what was inside them. I got comfortable and waited as the guys brought in the last one and set it with the others.

“What is all of this?” I asked, concerned when I noticed the lunatic smile on her face.

“This is us putting together your wedding. Lia and I shopped online the other night and had everything shipped here. We knew you wouldn’t do this yourself and that dragging you out to a store would be useless because you would refuse to do any shopping. So, we brought the shopping to you! Plus, this is better anyway because there aren’t many options in Beaumont Creek unless you want to have a nautical-themed wedding—which, if you do, I’m telling you now that I’m not coming.”

I raised my eyebrows and giggled about how seriously she was taking this.

“Kensy, this is—I don’t know what this is,” I said nervously. “A lot of money, that’s for sure. You didn’t need to do all of this.”

I swallowed hard, imagining the thousands of dollars they’d spent on the stuff in the boxes.

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” she said dismissively, waving a hand. “I have plenty in my savings from my dad’s life insurance. Whatever you don’t like, we’ll send it back. It’s not a problem at all.”

It was weird seeing someone act so nonchalantly about money. I did well now, but there were plenty of times when I literally had to count my pennies just to afford food. And yet here Kensy was, buying boxes and boxes of wedding stuff to throw me and Jones the perfect fake wedding.

“So, each box contains items that match—either by color or theme—” she started, eyes widening when I held up my hand to stop her.

“Theme? No. I’m not having a themed wedding, Kens.”

“Okay, okay. I get it. But just promise me you’ll look at everything first, then decide. Okay?”

“Deal.”

I sighed dramatically, rolling my eyes as Jones came and sat beside me.

“Alright, box number one is our tropical-themed wedding,” Kensy announced as Capshaw opened the box and pulled out a short white wedding dress with a bright pink ribbon tied around the middle.

I scrunched my nose and shook my head.

“Well, okay then,” she said with a laugh. “The next one we have is a Bohemian theme. The idea for this one is simplicity, which we know you like.” Capshaw lifted another dress out of the next box and held it up.

It was pretty, with long, thin fabric covered with lace and a light brown sash that went with it. He pulled a flower crown out and lifted it like Simba from The Lion King but earned another frown from me.

We went through the rest of the boxes, and I was getting worried that I would hurt Kensy’s feelings because I hadn’t liked any of the options they’d presented to me so far. So much thought had been put into pairing the perfect items together, but nothing spoke to me. We went from beach vibes to rustic to fairytale, but nothing felt right. I’d asked for Jones to give his input a few times, but he simply kissed my hand and said it was whatever I wanted. A lot of help that was.

“Alright, our very last box. And if you don’t like this one either, it’s fine. I promise. We want this to be whatever you guys want,” Kensy insisted before nodding for Capshaw to open the box.

“I saved this one for last because Lia and I bet on which one you would pick, and I didn’t want you to not consider the other options first. But we both agree that this one is probably the most you that we’ve seen. But again, no hard feelings if you’re not into it.”

I inhaled deeply and held it as Jones squeezed my hand.

“We present to you the vintage theme,” Capshaw said, lifting a dress out of the box that looked just like the one I had seen my grandma wear in her wedding photos.

I gasped and leaned forward, staring at it in disbelief.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, turning to look at Kensy with tears in my eyes. “It looks just like—”

“It is,” she said, nodding and wiping her tears away. “Jones helped us get Burt’s contact information after we talked on Wednesday, so we reached out and asked him if we could have your grandmother’s wedding dress. He was reluctant at first since he couldn’t give you anything of hers without the requirements of the trust being met. But then Capshaw had his uncle talk to him—he’s a lawyer too, and they worked it out. Thankfully, your grandma’s best friend knew exactly where it was since they lived together. Apparently, your grandma had anticipated that things might go missing from the house here in Beaumont Creek after she passed, so she took the things she felt were most valuable with her to Italy. Her friend was so excited to share it with you and was able to expedite it for us to make sure we got it in time. It just arrived an hour before you got here. I was sweating all day, worried it wouldn’t make it in time.”

“I can’t believe this.” I stood up and walked over to Capshaw as he extended it to me. I held the dress in my hands, running my fingers over the delicate lace on the bodice. The color had changed slightly over the years, now more of a cream color. The satin of the dress was still pristine, and the lace that covered the top and created long sleeves was still in impeccable condition.

“What do you think?” I asked Jones, holding the dress against my body and moving with it.

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