Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
I pulled in a deep breath and slowly let it out. My eyes drifted up and down my body. Rose’s wedding gown fit me like it had been made for my body, not my great-grandmother’s. I lifted the dress and saw the lace boots. A smile spread across my face while my stomach flipped with anticipation.
The knock on the door jerked my eyes up.
“Do you need anything, Harley?” Paxton’s voice rang out.
“No, I’ll only be a few more minutes.”
“Take your time! We have plenty of time before the cars arrive.”
I blew out another deep breath. After I getting dressed, I had asked for a few minutes to myself. I needed to gather my thoughts. The last two weeks and gone by in a blurry rush. Hell, the last few months had. Everything was happening all at once, and I needed time to slow down, even if only for a few minutes. All of my dreams were coming true at once and a part of me needed to make sure it wasn’t all a dream. That I wouldn’t wake up standing outside Tripp’s house, wondering when he would be back in town so I could explain everything to him.
My eyes closed as I thought about the day he asked me to marry him. When I opened my eyes, my reflection seemed to change for the briefest moment. A strange feeling rushed through my body. It was almost like it was hot and cold mixed together. Leaning in closer, I stared into the old mirror. I could actually feel Rose staring back. My eyes glanced at her old wedding picture sitting on the table. My mother wasn’t kidding when she said I looked like Rose. Everything about us was the same, except our hair. Her hair was a dirty blonde, mine was brown. Even our eyes looked the same. Rose had light emerald eyes, the same as me. When I was little, my grandmother used to tell me when she looked into my eyes she was looking into her mother’s eyes, and now I understood why she said that.
“So, Grandma Rose. How do I look?”
A breeze lifted my curtains and caused my entire body to erupt in goosebumps. She was here with me. I could feel it. And it didn’t feel like it was just her. It was the strangest feeling.
I gathered up the long train and turned toward the door. The entire room turned cold, which was crazy because it was warm outside. Not too hot, and not too cold. When I woke up to a clear blue sky and a high of seventy-five, I nearly cried. It was going to be the perfect day.
My feet stopped walking. I couldn’t explain why my heart had all of a sudden started beating so fast. Deep down, I knew. If I turned around, that same reflection I saw all those years ago would be looking back at me through the mirror. My body trembled at the thought. It wasn’t fear this time, but something entirely different.
With a quick glance over my shoulder, I saw her. Standing in the very gown I had on…a beautiful smile on her face. It only lasted a moment and then she faded away, another breeze filling the room.
The corners of my mouth lifted and my teeth bit into my lip. “I’m going to take that as your blessing, Rose.”
Turning back to the door, I opened it and looked at my mother and Paxton. Both waiting patiently for me.
Paxton handed me a beautiful bouquet of pink roses. She held something in her hand and when I looked at it, my brows pulled tightly together.
“What is that?” I asked.
“I found it, in the bottom of the chest. I think it might be the perfume Rose wore on her wedding day.”
My chest fluttered with delight.
“Shall I?” she asked, holding up the vintage-looking bottle.
“Yes,” I whispered. When the aroma filled the space around us, I nearly cried. I didn’t know my great-grandmother Rose, but somehow she knew exactly what her great-granddaughter was going to need on the most amazing day of her life.
“The cars are here!” Waylynn called up.
Chloe came running up the stairs, dressed in a beautiful ivory-colored gown we had found. Her brown curls bounced as she came to a stop. She was the spitting image of her father. She looked up at Paxton and then swung those sky-blue eyes over to me.
“As your flower girl, I take this job seriously. It’s not my first rodeo, so I know what to do, Aunt Harley. Follow me.”
I had to fight to keep my laughter in as I turned to Paxton. “She is, for sure, a Parker.”
“Tell me about it,” Paxton said as she gathered up my train, and we headed downstairs.
Two Rolls-Royce cars were parked out front. Tripp had clearly remembered our conversations when I’d dreamed about the type of wedding I wanted. Even down to the type of car I wanted to show up in.