the front of her gorgeous wedding gown. A delicate shade of ivory fitted to her stunning curves. The bottom layer of satin was topped with an intricate lace that included a beautiful diamond baring the silken skin of her back showing off her tattoos.
Tattoos that were part of her. Tattoos she was proud to show.
“Turn around,” I whispered through the thickness in my throat. She turned and the view was no less amazing from the back of the gown. A fishtail train finished with more intricate lace and scalloped edging. Swarovski crystals were delicately sprinkled throughout with rich decorative beading at the empire waist.
In short, the dress was stunning. But I think it was Scarlett and the way she was glowing that made it even more so.
“You can do this. You’ll be fine. Just walk to the end of the aisle and stand there,” I rushed on a quick breath.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I know how to do this bit, Teen,” Scar smiled and took her bouquet of black and white roses from my hand.
“I wasn’t talking to you. I mean, I’m—just never mind let’s do this.” I turned, took a deep breath and waited for the double doors to open and the music to start.
“You know, I remember this really smart bitch telling me to pull my head outta my ass and get with the motherfucking program . Might be time for her to take a little of her own advice,” Scarlett finished in soft voice just as the music started up and the doors swung open.
“I’m not sure he’s anybody’s knight in shining armor though,” I whispered to myself remembering the day I’d told Scarlett those words.
Taking slow practiced steps, I managed to get halfway down the aisle before looking Trip’s way. My breath caught in my chest, my heart beating hard against my ribs. He stood beside Mace hands clasped in front of him complete in a black suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the top, a tiny piece of his ink peeking out from underneath. His eyes trained on me as I tried not to fumble. Chewing on his lip piercings, he smirked. The idiot was so full of himself. I’d have bet he knew exactly how good he looked.
Ten more steps. Just ten more steps.
There was only one perfect song for Scar to walk down the aisle to. It was a no-brainer. Mace and Scarlett had their first real run in with the words of Daughtry playing in the background. Mace stood at the front of the room looking so handsome in his suit waiting for his girl. “I Know There’s No Life After You” played. The music kicked up a notch, and gasps sounded from across the room as Scarlett stepped into sight. Tears pricked at my eyes watching my best friend walk down the aisle toward Mace who was watching her like she was the only thing in the world. The love that burst from those two was something everyone surely hoped to find someday.
My heart constricted in my chest at their love. God, how I wanted that, but I was shit scared of it at the same time.
Four steps to go, my eyes were drawn once more to Trip’s. His gaze was unwavering, and his smirk slipped when I saw something else flicker in his eyes. Holy fuck. I had no idea what that look was, but it sent a flutter of longing through my belly and straight to my lady bits. I tried desperately to pull away from his stare as I edged closer, but for the life of me, my traitorous body just wouldn’t behave. I needed to remember he was here with somebody else.
Before I knew it, I was standing to the side of the altar eyes still fixed on Trip. His gaze didn’t waver. A flash of white filled my peripheral vision as Scar finally reached Mace.
Thank fuck! I was able to drag my eyes away from Trip to focus once more on the bride and groom. They looked amazing together. Scar’s art on full display looking sexy as hell, teamed with her rocking dress and bright red heels. Mace looked down at her with such unabashed love that there was no holding back the small tear that trickled down my
Tattoos that were part of her. Tattoos she was proud to show.
“Turn around,” I whispered through the thickness in my throat. She turned and the view was no less amazing from the back of the gown. A fishtail train finished with more intricate lace and scalloped edging. Swarovski crystals were delicately sprinkled throughout with rich decorative beading at the empire waist.
In short, the dress was stunning. But I think it was Scarlett and the way she was glowing that made it even more so.
“You can do this. You’ll be fine. Just walk to the end of the aisle and stand there,” I rushed on a quick breath.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I know how to do this bit, Teen,” Scar smiled and took her bouquet of black and white roses from my hand.
“I wasn’t talking to you. I mean, I’m—just never mind let’s do this.” I turned, took a deep breath and waited for the double doors to open and the music to start.
“You know, I remember this really smart bitch telling me to pull my head outta my ass and get with the motherfucking program . Might be time for her to take a little of her own advice,” Scarlett finished in soft voice just as the music started up and the doors swung open.
“I’m not sure he’s anybody’s knight in shining armor though,” I whispered to myself remembering the day I’d told Scarlett those words.
Taking slow practiced steps, I managed to get halfway down the aisle before looking Trip’s way. My breath caught in my chest, my heart beating hard against my ribs. He stood beside Mace hands clasped in front of him complete in a black suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the top, a tiny piece of his ink peeking out from underneath. His eyes trained on me as I tried not to fumble. Chewing on his lip piercings, he smirked. The idiot was so full of himself. I’d have bet he knew exactly how good he looked.
Ten more steps. Just ten more steps.
There was only one perfect song for Scar to walk down the aisle to. It was a no-brainer. Mace and Scarlett had their first real run in with the words of Daughtry playing in the background. Mace stood at the front of the room looking so handsome in his suit waiting for his girl. “I Know There’s No Life After You” played. The music kicked up a notch, and gasps sounded from across the room as Scarlett stepped into sight. Tears pricked at my eyes watching my best friend walk down the aisle toward Mace who was watching her like she was the only thing in the world. The love that burst from those two was something everyone surely hoped to find someday.
My heart constricted in my chest at their love. God, how I wanted that, but I was shit scared of it at the same time.
Four steps to go, my eyes were drawn once more to Trip’s. His gaze was unwavering, and his smirk slipped when I saw something else flicker in his eyes. Holy fuck. I had no idea what that look was, but it sent a flutter of longing through my belly and straight to my lady bits. I tried desperately to pull away from his stare as I edged closer, but for the life of me, my traitorous body just wouldn’t behave. I needed to remember he was here with somebody else.
Before I knew it, I was standing to the side of the altar eyes still fixed on Trip. His gaze didn’t waver. A flash of white filled my peripheral vision as Scar finally reached Mace.
Thank fuck! I was able to drag my eyes away from Trip to focus once more on the bride and groom. They looked amazing together. Scar’s art on full display looking sexy as hell, teamed with her rocking dress and bright red heels. Mace looked down at her with such unabashed love that there was no holding back the small tear that trickled down my
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