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“Hmm?”
“Nothing.” I grabbed Dylan’s hand across the central console and brought her knuckles to my lips, kissing them softly. “Behave, Cosmos.”
“Make me,” she challenged, grinning.
I made a pit stop at our apartment, leaving everyone to wait for us, and I did.
DYLAN
The wedding day…
Rhyland Coltridge posted a picture.
Dylan_loves_Rhyland4ever commented: Gorgeous suit xo
Rhyland Coltridge commented: It’s chewable
Dylan_loves_Rhyland4ever commented: One day our child is going to see all this and need intense therapy.
Rhyland Coltridge commented: Nah. We’re raising the standard for her. That’s our moral duty. Can’t wait to marry you, Cosmos.
Dylan_loves_Rhyland4ever commented: Can’t wait to marry you, hot stuff.
TheRealKieranCarmichael commented: Last chance to make a run for it and marry me, Dyl. Just sayin’.
Rhyland Coltridge commented: I’m going to snap both your legs and make chopsticks out of them.
TheRealKieranCarmichael commented: was worth a shot.
“Holy shit, Dyl, this dress.” Cal cupped her mouth, staggering backward in my bridal suite.
“Christ almighty.” My mother made a cross sign with her fingers. “Goodness me.”
“You look…” Cal started.
Hideous?
Awful?
Ridiculous?
There was no way to sugarcoat it. The dress was objectively atrocious. They’d had a good amount of time to get used to it, but they never had.
There was a lot of puffiness—enough to make the bottom part look like a never-ending mountain of whipped cream. I’m talking layer upon layer of nausea-inducing foam. When you got to the upper part, it didn’t get any better. The strapless satin bust was fine, but I’d insisted on puffy lace sleeves, traditional tulle, and a huge pearl necklace. I looked completely over-the-top, but this was the wedding dress I’d wanted when I was a small child, and I’d decided to make all this girl’s dreams come true.
That could also explain my dubious choice of having a donut wall, pink flowers only, a pastel color scheme, and a champagne fountain.
A refined wedding, it was not. But a fun one, it surely would be.
“I know, right?” I twirled around in my wedding dress, taking a sip of my champagne. “I look outlandish.”
“I think you look like the most beautiful bride ever!” Gravity exclaimed loudly, sending Auntie Cal and my mother intense warning glares. “When I grow up, I want to get married in the same dress.”
“No,” Mama and Cal said in unison. We all laughed.
Gravity shook her head, leaning down to polish her cowgirl boots.
Oh yeah. I almost forgot. I decided it wasn’t only my dream that would be fulfilled today. My daughter was given full and complete control over her outfit. She’d promptly decided she wanted to dress like Uncle Bruce.