Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I do my best to keep out of the way of the hundreds of people coming and putting it all together. I mean, this place is a fucking madhouse. It's ridiculous. I just want to fast forward to the actual wedding rather than suffer through all the other bullshit that comes with it.
I stand amongst my brothers, Jax and his best friend Bobby on the second level of the estate. Music is blaring and drinks are already being handed around. We get dressed up in our matching suits and look like a bunch of dickheads. I take a look at us all and can't help but think mum would be loving this if she were here right now, she'd be running around with her camera, straightening our ties and pinching our damn cheeks.
Fuck, I miss her.
I can’t believe she isn’t here to see her little girl get married.
The thought has me drifting out the door and up the stairs to the massive top floor. I knock on the door and hear my beautiful sister calling out from within. “Who is it?” she demands.
“It’s me, fatty. Open up.”
The door opens and I find myself looking down at the most beautiful woman in the world. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me. “That’s not a nice way to talk to your sister,” Elle scolds as she tips her head up to kiss me.
I run my hands down the soft silk, golden floor length bridesmaid dress that wraps around her body. I’m still so proud of my sister asking Elle to be one of her bridesmaids, I think she realised that Elle is going to be a part of our lives until the end of time and wanted her to be a part of her special day, which for me, only makes today that much better. Not-to-mention, I’ll get to dance with her rather than some other bridesmaid.
I push her back gently so I can fully take her in. I run my finger along the tiny little shoestring strap that holds up her dress and follow it down to the sexy-as-fuck plunge that shows off her cleavage.
I push the strap off her shoulder and she quickly rushes to pull it back in place. “Stop that,” she scolds.
“I can’t wait to get this off you,” I murmur as I press my lips to her neck.
“Get a room,” Brianna laughs.
Elle pushes me back with a smile before taking my hand and dragging me into the room. I take a look around at the rest of the bridesmaids and they look absolutely stunning, especially Sara with her little four-month baby bump, protruding out of the golden dress. Sean is going to die when he sees her, either that or come in his pants.
I walk further into the room and turn the corner to find none other than my baby sister, standing in the mirror, looking absolutely radiant in her wedding dress, completely decked out with the make-up, hair, and veil. My eyes are glued to her as she goes about putting her earrings in while the photographer goes nuts with the camera.
“Wow,” I murmur.
She looks up at me through the mirror and the brightest smile comes over her face. “Hi,” she whispers.
I walk towards her and watch as she slowly turns around to give me the full effect. I instantly pull her into my arms. “You look beautiful,” I tell her.
“You sure? It’s not too much?” she questions.
“No. It’s perfect,” I tell her. “I was just checking you’re doing ok?”
“I am,” she says with nothing but love and excitement in her eyes.
“Ok, well if you get cold feet and want to bolt, my trucks parked by the door with the keys in the ignition.”
“Shut up,” she laughs.
"Alright," I say as I grab someone's champagne glass, knock it back and fill my pockets with all the little treats they have on the coffee table. "I should go back downstairs. I didn't tell them I was going."
“Oh, sure,” she says. I turn and head back for the door but her soft little voice stops me in my tracks. “Logan?” she asks with the smallest hint of nerves in her voice.
“Yeah?” I ask as I head back towards her. She reaches out and takes both my hands in hers and looks up at me with watery eyes. “What’s wrong?” I question.
“No, no. Nothing’s wrong,” she says. “It’s just… call me cliché but I had always hoped Daddy would be there on my wedding day to walk me down the aisle.” She pauses for a moment before looking up at me. “Well… since you’re my favourite brother and all, I was hoping you might do it?”
Emotion completely takes over me that I have a hard time containing myself. Shit, I want to cry and jump for joy at the same time. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I tell her.