Gina didn't even have to pay him.
Gina did a good job picking out my dress. I like it a lot more than I thought I was going to and the seamstress really did a good job on the alterations. She even lowered the neckline for me. Wedding or not being comfortable is important, and I happen to be most comfortable with a low neck. My black and orange dress looks good that way.
She would have to use both colors in her bridesmaids' gowns. I was hoping to get away with one or the other.
I walked into the house with Sam, smiling and politely introducing myself to everyone who decided to speak to us. I honestly have no interest in making friends here, but it pays to be nice. I have to find Gina and make sure that she isn't having a panic attack over what she's about to do, and that's going to require me being nice to someone to get them to tell me where she is.
When I saw an older woman across the room who resembled Dylan I let go of Sam's arm, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and walked over to her. After three minutes of conversation about how annoyed she was that everyone was choosing to talk inside instead of directly heading outside, she told me that Gina was up in a guest room. I thanked her, told Sam to try to get people to start heading out to the backyard, and started up the stairs, trying to find the room she'd been talking about once I was up there.
I heard a few swears that could only be coming from Gina in the room closest to the stairs and knocked on the door, then walked in before she could answer.
She looks a little like I did when I went through this, but its not the same. Gina is in love with Dylan. I have no doubt that they're going to spend the rest of their lives fighting and driving each other crazy.
And they're going to love every second of it.
"How are you holding up?" I smiled and closed the door behind me, getting a good look at her. She looks pretty damn beautiful for someone who swore she'd never let this happen to herself.
And if I told her that, I think she'd try to take me.
She would have to use both colors in her bridesmaids' gowns. I was hoping to get away with one or the other.
I walked into the house with Sam, smiling and politely introducing myself to everyone who decided to speak to us. I honestly have no interest in making friends here, but it pays to be nice. I have to find Gina and make sure that she isn't having a panic attack over what she's about to do, and that's going to require me being nice to someone to get them to tell me where she is.
When I saw an older woman across the room who resembled Dylan I let go of Sam's arm, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and walked over to her. After three minutes of conversation about how annoyed she was that everyone was choosing to talk inside instead of directly heading outside, she told me that Gina was up in a guest room. I thanked her, told Sam to try to get people to start heading out to the backyard, and started up the stairs, trying to find the room she'd been talking about once I was up there.
I heard a few swears that could only be coming from Gina in the room closest to the stairs and knocked on the door, then walked in before she could answer.
She looks a little like I did when I went through this, but its not the same. Gina is in love with Dylan. I have no doubt that they're going to spend the rest of their lives fighting and driving each other crazy.
And they're going to love every second of it.
"How are you holding up?" I smiled and closed the door behind me, getting a good look at her. She looks pretty damn beautiful for someone who swore she'd never let this happen to herself.
And if I told her that, I think she'd try to take me.