Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“The cutest,” Blaire agreed.
“I don’t know,” I said. “June and Oliver are pretty adorable.”
Blaire beamed. “They are.”
Right before the album release, Blaire and Campbell had gotten pregnant with June, who was almost-three-year-old now. Baby Oliver had followed shortly afterward, and she’d already confessed to me that she was pregnant for a third time. Though it was too new for anyone to see yet. I was hoping for another niece!
“You’re just biased because they’re your niece and nephew,” Piper said.
“Fair.”
Jennifer touched her pregnant belly. “I wonder if I’ll have a boy or another girl. Violet wants a sister, but Julian wants a boy.”
“I can’t believe you don’t want to know!” Eve gushed.
She shook her head. “I know it’s crazy, but we both want to be surprised. Jordan and Annie know, but we don’t.”
We all whipped around to look at Annie. She held her hands up. “We’re the godparents! It’s not my fault. Don’t try to get it out of me.”
“All this baby talk,” Harley said, gagging.
All of us laughed at her. She might be twenty-two and freshly graduated from Texas Tech and on her way to law school, but she was still that little teenager to me. I was glad she wasn’t thinking about babies. There was plenty of time left in her life before that.
“Babies are overrated,” Piper said, passing Harley a glass of sparkling and dropping down next to her. They hit knuckles.
Piper and Hollin had moved in together, but there were no impending nuptials or babies in their near future. I wasn’t surprised, nor did I care, as long as they were happy. That was all that really mattered. And truly, they were happier than I’d ever seen them. Especially with the vineyard breaking monetary goals year after year, and the wine far exceeding expectations.
“Are we almost ready?” Tessi asked, stepping into the bridal suite.
I nodded, smiling at my friend. “All set.”
Tears came to Tessi’s eyes as she caught sight of me. “Oh my God, Nora. Look at you!”
I did a twirl in my dress, the material swirling in little eddies at my feet as I moved. It was a one-of-a-kind dress. It had been made personally for me by Harmony Cunningham. I’d planned her wedding, and she’d insisted when my time came, she would fit me like a princess. And she had.
Planning English’s wedding had changed my life. I’d told myself one year to figure out what I was going to do if I never booked another celebrity wedding. But the day after English’s wedding I’d had a dozen weddings lined up for the next year. My salary was through the roof. And every wedding after that brought in more and more incredible offers, that I’d had to hire an assistant to screen who I would work with.
A year later I had my own wedding firm in LA with a half dozen planners working underneath me. Abbey Weddings had taken off like I’d never imagined in my wildest dreams. And with more people working for me, I had all the time I needed to join West on tour while the ship ran itself. But when West had proposed to me at White Sands on a dune all alone, I’d known the only place that I would want to get married was right here at Wright Vineyard.
“Let’s go get you married,” Tessi said.
My bridesmaids all filed out in front of me. I took one last fortifying sip of the sparkling wine and then followed them to the door.
I’d always dreamed about my wedding. What girl who wanted to become a wedding planner didn’t dream of her wedding? But even if I’d imagined it, I’d never thought it would be as big or as beautiful as it was. All of my friends and family from Lubbock were in attendance, of course, but people from all over the country had flown in for the occasion. Couples that I’d worked with who had become friends over the years, our friends from LA, and West’s friends from Seattle filled the outdoor space.
“Oh Nora,” my father said.
“Dad.” I threw myself into his arms. He held me tight.
“You look beautiful. I’m so proud of you.”
“I love you so much. Thanks for always being there for me, even when I didn’t know what I needed.”
“Of course, honey. I know it was hard, growing up without your mom, but I tried my best to be all that you could ever need. Even when I fell short, I was trying.”
“You did the best. I am who I am because of you, Dad.”
He tapped his cane twice against the wood of the barn. “Wish I could walk you down that aisle without this.”
I took his hand and stilled the cane. “That’s a part of you. I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
He beamed at my compliment. “I couldn’t have asked for a better daughter.”