Page 17 of Mistletoe Missus

“What?”

I sucked in a breath and let the secret out. “I’m in Colorado about to marry Mitt Morgan because he asked me to under the mistletoe yesterday at the park and I—”

Holly cut in. “Come again.”

“I’m standing here in a Vera Wang wedding dress worth one-hundred-thousand-dollars, about to marry a man who is a billionaire lawyer, and I barely know him.”

A long pause.

“Holly? Did you hear me?” I asked impatiently.

She answered, “Yes, I did.”

“Well, say something... Anything!” I exclaimed as I threw my hand up in the air and paced the bathroom floor.

“He bought you a Vera Wang wedding dress?”

I stared down at the new wedding band on my finger. “And a fourteen-million-dollar Harry Winston pink diamond wedding band.”

“Where did you find him, and can I have a clone?” Holly asked.

I giggled. “I found him under the mistletoe year after year, kissing him and never knowing who he was until yesterday. Am I crazy?”

“No. It sounds like you’re taking a chance on love,” Holly replied as tears bit my eyes, and I wanted to hug her. “God, I wish I could be there!”

“I do too,” I whispered and laid a hand over my heart. “Holly?”

“Yeah.”

“Am I doing the right thing?” I asked, afraid to hear her answer.

“Since you can’t follow your heart...” Holly replied with a question of her own. “What does your gut tell you?”

My head screamed at me to run. To get on the earliest flight and head home, never looking back. My gut was a different story and every time I peered into Mitt’s eyes, I knew I was meant to be here. Destined to be Mitt Morgan’s wife.

“That I’m finally in the right place at the right time,” I responded with clarity.

Holly breathed, “Then go get your man.”

I giggled with joyful glee, and we shared a tearful moment. Holly wasn’t upset. She knew I was ready, and she wasn’t scared for me. I’d been waiting years for this moment.

“I am, but I had to tell you first,” I admitted and stared at my reflection in the mirror. “You’re my best friend, and I couldn’t do this without you.”

“Well, you have me, and I’ll be there in spirit.” Holly giggled. I imagined her smile. “But we’ll have to celebrate when you return.”

“I’m sure Mitt will have that covered.”

“I bet he will! Send me pictures of that Vera Wang dress and wedding ring,” Holly added, clapping in excitement. “I can’t wait to see!”

“Sending”—I pulled up the camera and snapped a couple selfies—“Now.”

We squealed with joy.

Holly said, “Happy wedding day.”

“Thank you!” We laughed, and the call ended.

Finally, I was ready to become Mrs. Morgan. Holly knew, and she approved. The conversation went better than I had imagined it would. All I had left to do was walk out of this bathroom and head straight toward the man fate had led me to.