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There’s something to be said about the morning of a wedding. I highly recommend starting it with an orgasm.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

Lennon

My sister is amazing. I feel so relaxed between my shower with the guys and the massage now. I haven’t had to lift a finger or worry about a thing, and I sigh happily.

“Someone looks relaxed.” Jordan smirks as he plays with the twins on the ground. They giggle and kick their little feet, making me grin.

We’re in Layla’s room, and the hair and makeup crew are supposed to be here soon.

“I feel it,” I tell him. “I’ve never felt so pampered before. I should be more nervous about this, but I just feel excited.”

“There’s no rules for this,” Jordan says as he tickles Saira’s foot. The baby squeal makes my heart soar. I’m so glad that they have him.

I’m wrapped in a pretty satin robe that says 'Bride' around the back, and underneath it I am wearing a gorgeous cream corset. I love pretty lingerie. Layla surprised me the day before my alteration appointment last week with waxing appointments, which surprised me.

She told me that she’s been getting waxed for years, not that there’s anyone to appreciate it. Poor girl. I asked her how things are going with Tyler, and she told me that while it’s going slow, she’s happy.

“Tyler is a gentleman, even though he’s a little grumpy with other people. But when he smiles, Lenny, it’s so worth it. It makes me want to spend more time with him, just to figure out what makes him passionate about life. I’ve never really had that before.”She admitted.

I’m totally going to kill my best friends. They’re supposed to be at the wedding, but I haven’t told my sister. I don’t want to blindside her…

There’s no good choices here, so I’m just going to hope for the best today.

“I’ve never been to a wedding before. How odd is it that the first one I attend is my own?” I giggle.

“How are you sheltered, and yet so wild?” Uncle Jordan mumbles to the babies. “Not to mention you’re marrying four men today. How does this even happen?”

“I’ve been on the road since I was eighteen for the music label,” I remind him. “I didn’t have a lot of time to make friends, outside of the people that I met on the road, or the band.”

“The things I’ve heard roadies say can’t be repeated,” he mutters. “You basically grew up in the music industry. Shit could have gone so badly. You could have ended up hooked on drugs or —”

“If you believe the gossip rags, I am quite the partier.” I smirk. “I was never really interested in drugs outside of the occasional edible. I had Turner and Roark though, so I was never in any trouble. They’d protect me with their last breath.”

“I know, I think I’m being sentimental. So much lost time,” he says with a shrug. “It makes me want to go and beat the shit out of my brother. Last I heard, he had to drive to his meetings all month because he’s on the 'no fly' list. Poor baby brother.”

My uncle doesn’t sound at all remorseful, and I giggle. His lips curl as he listens to the peal of laughter.

“I know for a fact that we’re related if only because I just thought about how I need to beat up certain best friends of mine.” I grin.

“Not worth it,” Layla says with a wink. “Unless you could do it without getting caught. I could get behind that.”

She brings in the hair and makeup people, and they introduce themselves. Uncle Jordan didn’t want people that would fawn over me, so he brought in a crew used to working with rockstars and famous people.

Brea, Zee, and Gertrude grin at me as they hold up their bags and cases. I guess it’s show time!

“What do you think about a braided bun with curls?” Brea asks, running her fingers through my hair. I put some product in after drying it so it would be easier to work with. Even though it got wet from my morning shower with Turner and Roark, I didn’t fully wash my hair.

Clean hair is the worst for up dos.

“Curls how?” I ask. “I don’t want them to be tight curls, because I’ll end up looking like a chia pet, or someone on their way to prom. I’m looking for a beachy look that’ll hold all night.”

Brea pulls up a few photos for inspiration, and I nod at one. “I like this messy braided style with a few curls,” I tell her. “I think it’ll be really pretty with the dress.”

Nodding, she gets to work while Zee starts on my makeup and Gertrude does Layla’s hair. The entire time, Layla and I chat with Jordan. The crew is under a non-disclosure agreement in their contract, but we’re still careful about what we talk about.

“I wonder what the guys are up to,” I muse as Brea brushes out my hair and starts to braid it.