Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 135696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
I wore my hair up in a complicated twist full of curls, because…obviously.
The dirt and gravel weren’t easy to navigate in my strappy, green, high-heeled sandals, but once I hit the floor put down in the tent, I’d be good.
Regardless of Riggs being such a man, I was pleased.
It looked like we three belonged together.
Because we did.
“I hope they have PBR in that fancy-assed tent, ’cause I don’t do sissy beer.”
This came at us from behind, and Riggs and I turned to look over our shoulders as Bubbles leaned toward us.
I aimed my gaze at Lucille beside him.
She rolled her eyes, appearing as she was.
Longsuffering.
“I got some in the workshop so you won’t go wanting,” Riggs assured him.
Bubbles adjusted his tie like he wanted to tear it off, grunted, “You da man,” (yes, he actually said you da man) and sat back.
I shook my head at Bubbles.
He tossed his arm around Lucille and winked at me.
The congregation seemed to be stirring, so we paid attention and watched a line of men come from the back of the house and down the stairs at the side of the deck to stand in line to one side of the outside-of-the-roses-no-other-décor arbor.
The wedding procession started not long after, the women coming from the front door of the house.
Kennedy did great, until she was walking down the white sheet laid down the center aisle, and she turned and saw Harry, Ledger, Riggs and me.
It was then, she started silently crying, and when she made it to the front, her brother’s concerned eyes stayed glued to her, and they were red-rimmed.
Her other brother was not there. We’d been told he’d been doing some soul-searching, and he wanted to be there, he just wasn’t ready to come back to the lake (and we didn’t share this, but Riggs and I weren’t ready to have him there, either).
They’d been taught by their parents to love and forgive, and definitely move on, so this was understood by the other two siblings, and it had been shared with us, there were no hard feelings.
Things went on the upswing when the gorgeous bride showed her face, radiant and happy, and showed off her gown, which was amazing.
We stood as she walked to her very soon-to-be husband, her face shining, her smile bright as the sun.
Then we sat and watched Truman Whitaker marry the woman he loved surrounded by peach roses, woods and a tranquil lake.
And another happy memory was created to soak into the soil and feed the pine trees, which I could swear, rustled joyfully, stirred by a peaceful breeze, as a beaming Tru and his luminous bride hustled back up the aisle through a jubilant cheer and under a hail of gently falling peach rose petals.
The End