“That’s fucking ridiculous,” I say, laughing. You guys should leave and we’ll meet you at the altar.” and what are you three doing here anyway? Remington, I talked to Brooke about it. “It’s the dress!” Melanie, Brooke’s best friend, says, exploding out of the master bedroom with a trail of white stuff that looks like a veil.
Chicks take a lot of time to get prepped.” Riley thrusts his arms out in the air in a gesture that implies That’s life!
It’s been exactly fifty-eight minutes since she locked herself up in our bedroom to get ready, when Brooke-my fucking Brooke-usually gets dressed in five. Turning back to the bedroom door, I continue pacing.įor the life of me, I can’t imagine what’s taking her so long. Apparently those two are amused as fuck by me. I swing around to where he and Riley have been watching me pace around the living room of Brooke’s old Seattle apartment. “I swear if you frown any harder at the door, it’s going to collapse under your stare,” my PA, Pete, calls from the couch. There will be hundreds of days in my life that I won’t remember.īut this is one day that I will never forget.
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