of my crappy clothes and stood in the bra and panties Chris had instructed me to wear. Of course, she chose this moment to walk by my bedroom. S he wolf whistled. “Damn, Sophie, look at you. Caeden’s going to lose his mind and if I do say so myself, I think I did a good job picking that out.”
I waved her away, a blush staining my whole body.
Mom held my dress so that I could step into it. I pulled the dress up and into place, so that she could zip it up in the back.
“Let me look at you,” she turned me around. “Wow, Soph. You’re absolutely stunning.”
I blushed. “I am?”
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful bride.”
“Wow,” Chris said from the doorway. “That dress was made for you.”
Tears of happiness welled in my eyes. Even though , I was scared of falling or doing something stupid I was truly happy.
“Don’t you dare cry and ruin my masterpiece,” Chris warned when she noticed my glistening eyes.
In response, I fanned my face and took a deep breath.
“Oh, let me get your shoes,” Chris disappeared. I raised a brow. I swore those had been in my room. With a cheeky smile , she handed me the box. “Caeden wanted them for some reason. He told me to tell you to look on the bottom.”
I delicately removed the shoes from the box and pressed my hand to my lips as tears, once more, threatened to spill over.
Soph,
Ever since I first laid eyes on you , I have been anticipating this moment.
I have counted the hours, minut es, and seconds, until I get to make you my wife and bind myself forever to your soul. I love you. Always.
-Caeden
Overcome by emotion , I said nothing to no one and slipped the shoes on.
“Is Charlotte ready to get her hair done?” Mom asked Chris while I stayed in my love induced stupor. Caeden wasn’t even here but his words had the same affect on me as his presence.
“Yep,” Chris nodded. “Lucinda is ready too. I just have myself left unless you want me to do yours.”
“Oh, would you?” Mom clapped her hands together.
“Of course, Christine,” Christian smiled.
“I’ll go do their hair and while you do your makeup and get your dress on.”
“Sure thing.” Chris disappeared into the bathroom.
Mom helped me lift my skirt and walk out to the living room. I turned on the TV and flipped the channel until it landed on a mindless reality show.
My mom braided Charlotte’s hair on both sides and pulled it back into a low bun.
“You’re all done,” mom said and patted Charlotte’s shoulder. “Dress time.”
Charlotte flashed me a smile before disappearing into my room to change into her dress.
Gram threw her hand up as my mom started towards her. “Don’t even think about touching my hair, Christine. I mean it.”
Mom backed away and went in search of Chris.
Gram got up from the chair she’d been sitting in and sat down beside me. Taking my hand in hers she said, “How are you holding up, sweetie?”
“Okay, I guess. My heart’s racing a mile a minute.”
“I’d think there was something wrong with you if you weren’t feeling a little flustered. Marriage is a big deal… even when you are marrying your mate. But you’ll be fine sweetie pie. That boy loves you more than life itself.”
Changing the topic , I fingered her green dress and white cardigan. “You look nice Gram.”
“Ugh,” she pulled on the end of her dress. “It’s too short. Want to let me wear my jeans?” she turned hopeful eyes up at me.
“Sorry , Gram,” I smiled. “But you can’t wear jeans to my wedding.”
“Darn, I figured you’d say that.”
* * *
Time seemed to fly by as my mom and the girls finished getting ready. Mom stood in front of me, tears glimmering in her eyes, “It’s show time.”
Excitement and fear bubbled in my tummy as she helped me up from the couch and out the door. She gripped my hand tightly in hers and I knew she needed the support more than I did. We piled into a waiting limo and headed towards Amy’s house. With
I waved her away, a blush staining my whole body.
Mom held my dress so that I could step into it. I pulled the dress up and into place, so that she could zip it up in the back.
“Let me look at you,” she turned me around. “Wow, Soph. You’re absolutely stunning.”
I blushed. “I am?”
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful bride.”
“Wow,” Chris said from the doorway. “That dress was made for you.”
Tears of happiness welled in my eyes. Even though , I was scared of falling or doing something stupid I was truly happy.
“Don’t you dare cry and ruin my masterpiece,” Chris warned when she noticed my glistening eyes.
In response, I fanned my face and took a deep breath.
“Oh, let me get your shoes,” Chris disappeared. I raised a brow. I swore those had been in my room. With a cheeky smile , she handed me the box. “Caeden wanted them for some reason. He told me to tell you to look on the bottom.”
I delicately removed the shoes from the box and pressed my hand to my lips as tears, once more, threatened to spill over.
Soph,
Ever since I first laid eyes on you , I have been anticipating this moment.
I have counted the hours, minut es, and seconds, until I get to make you my wife and bind myself forever to your soul. I love you. Always.
-Caeden
Overcome by emotion , I said nothing to no one and slipped the shoes on.
“Is Charlotte ready to get her hair done?” Mom asked Chris while I stayed in my love induced stupor. Caeden wasn’t even here but his words had the same affect on me as his presence.
“Yep,” Chris nodded. “Lucinda is ready too. I just have myself left unless you want me to do yours.”
“Oh, would you?” Mom clapped her hands together.
“Of course, Christine,” Christian smiled.
“I’ll go do their hair and while you do your makeup and get your dress on.”
“Sure thing.” Chris disappeared into the bathroom.
Mom helped me lift my skirt and walk out to the living room. I turned on the TV and flipped the channel until it landed on a mindless reality show.
My mom braided Charlotte’s hair on both sides and pulled it back into a low bun.
“You’re all done,” mom said and patted Charlotte’s shoulder. “Dress time.”
Charlotte flashed me a smile before disappearing into my room to change into her dress.
Gram threw her hand up as my mom started towards her. “Don’t even think about touching my hair, Christine. I mean it.”
Mom backed away and went in search of Chris.
Gram got up from the chair she’d been sitting in and sat down beside me. Taking my hand in hers she said, “How are you holding up, sweetie?”
“Okay, I guess. My heart’s racing a mile a minute.”
“I’d think there was something wrong with you if you weren’t feeling a little flustered. Marriage is a big deal… even when you are marrying your mate. But you’ll be fine sweetie pie. That boy loves you more than life itself.”
Changing the topic , I fingered her green dress and white cardigan. “You look nice Gram.”
“Ugh,” she pulled on the end of her dress. “It’s too short. Want to let me wear my jeans?” she turned hopeful eyes up at me.
“Sorry , Gram,” I smiled. “But you can’t wear jeans to my wedding.”
“Darn, I figured you’d say that.”
* * *
Time seemed to fly by as my mom and the girls finished getting ready. Mom stood in front of me, tears glimmering in her eyes, “It’s show time.”
Excitement and fear bubbled in my tummy as she helped me up from the couch and out the door. She gripped my hand tightly in hers and I knew she needed the support more than I did. We piled into a waiting limo and headed towards Amy’s house. With
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