My Dad’s Bossy Friend Read Online Penny Wylder

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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
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“Of course you are, you're getting married.”

It’s only been a few months, but as Kent always says, “Why wait for tomorrow for what you can do today?” So days after he proposed, we started planning our wedding.

Dad steps up behind me and drapes a necklace across my chest. “I brought you something. It can be your something old.”

“My what?” I ask.

“You never heard of the saying that on your wedding day you need something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue?”

“Um, no.”

“Don't worry, I got you covered.” He clips the necklace around my neck. “This was your grandmother's. She wore it on her wedding day when she married my father. This is your something old, your dress is something new. . .” Pausing, he looks around the room and grins. Going to a small bouquet of flowers on the table, he plucks the blue ribbon off the vase. Coming back to me, he wraps it around the messy bun in my hair, and ties it into a bow. “Something blue,” he says.

“What about something borrowed?” I asked.

Pulling the pin out of one of the cuffs on his sleeves, he attaches it to the ribbon in my hair. “You can give it back to me later.” Kissing my forehead, he steps back and looks me up and down. “You look amazing,” he says.

“Thanks, Dad.” I let out a deep breath and I can feel my stomach as it tumbles. “I'm so nervous.”

“Don't be, the second you see him, you won't see anyone else.” My dad chuckles and looks off out the window. “I, uh, I saw your mother outside.”

“Be nice, please. I just want everyone to get along today.”

My father folds his lips down and nods. “Don't worry, honey, I won't ruin your day. But her rock star boyfriend,” he says making air quotes and chuckling, “put on a few pounds. I don't think he'll be squeezing into those leather pants he once had.”

Laughing out loud, my eyes start to water. Snatching a tissue from the box, I dab my face. “Stop it, you're going to mess up my makeup.”

My dad holds his hands out and looks down at the floor. “I'm just saying. He was a stud all those years ago, but now, well, she might have to peel them off him instead.”

“Dad,” I say, drawing out my words with a giggle.

Knock knock.

The door pops open a little, and the wedding planner pokes her head in. “They're ready for you,” she says with a grin. Stepping inside, she picks up my bouquet and hands it to me.

The pink roses are all bundled up in the center, with a silver ribbon holding them together. A row of white orchids drapes down the front and covers my hand. She adjusts my train, fixing it to make sure it's fanned out properly.

My dress is fit tightly around the bust, with crystals running across the trim, and a glittering belt around my waist. The bottom bells out, and the crystals create sweeping designs across the back and down the train.

“You look beautiful, Perri,” my father says, bending his arm for me to take it.

Slipping my arm in his, I smile brightly. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Kent's a lucky man. I'm really happy you chose him. I know it took me some time to adjust, but in the end, I know he's going to treat you like the princess you are.”

“Dad—” I start to say, but he cuts me off.

“Let me finish.” I nod for him to keep going, and his mouth turns up into a soft smile as his eyes well up. “I wasn't the father you deserved, and I'm sorry for that. I promise to do better, I'm going to support you, and whatever you decide to do with your life. I'm proud of you, Perri, I haven't told you that enough.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Kissing his cheek he wipes his eyes.

“All right, enough of this mushy stuff, let’s go give you away.”

We head to the door, and I can hear the music lower as it changes. The violins start to play, the music is floating through the air, and following the wind. My father follows the wedding the planner, and she takes a step to the side as we reach the aisle.

I can see the back rows of people as they stand and turn my way. Looking down the aisle, every face around me goes blurry, as my eyes meet Kent's.

I suck in a salty breath of air. He looks so handsome.

He's standing at the alter on the beach, dressed in a white tux, with a black button up and white tie. Barefoot in the sand, his gaze is set on me, and his smile erupts, making me warm from head to toe.

My father leads me down the aisle, and as he releases me from his arm, he takes Kent's hand and shakes it firmly as he leans in and gives him a hug. My father whispers something into his ear, and gives his shoulder a hearty squeeze. Kent smiles, tipping his head to show his respect before turning his attention to me.


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