“Anna, we have to do this. If we don’t, Rebecca will drop me and I’ll lose my biggest client.”
“Kat’s going to kill me,” she said nervously. “We can’t hijack their wedding!”
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
I pulled her up the stairs to see Kat and Eric standing at the top. “What is going on?” Eric asked, half out of his suit already.
“We’re taking your wedding. My client is here and she thinks Anna and I are getting married.”
“Oh thank God!” Kat exclaimed.
“What?” Eric snapped. “You don’t want to get married?”
“Not like this.” She grabbed his arm with a big smile on her face. “Think about it. The town is getting a wedding, but it’s not going to be ours. We can still have the wedding we want.”
“They’re going to expect us to get married at a different time,” Eric pointed out.
“We’ll figure that out later.”
“Hey, guys,” Joe said, climbing the stairs. “The ceremony is about to start. Eric, dude, it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”
“We’re not getting married. Robert and Anna are.”
He smiled and slapped Eric on the arm. “Right, good one, Hunty.”
“I’m serious.”
“Oh my gosh,” Anna exclaimed. “The earrings! I need them if we’re going to pull this off.”
I turned to Joe. “You need to haul ass to Anna’s place and grab her earrings.”
“They’re on my dresser, still in the box. They’re blue and really expensive.”
“Why-“
“Don’t ask questions. Just go get them!” I shouted.
“You know, a simple please would be appreciated.”
“Go!” we all shouted.
Anna
I raced into the bedroom with Kat, quickly undoing the buttons on the back of her dress. “There’s no way this thing will fit me. My boobs are smaller than yours.”
“We’ll make it work. We’ll stuff you.”
“Just what I want on my wedding day,” I muttered, “to have my chest stuffed with tissues.”
“I’m just happy I don’t have to get married in front of half the town today,” Kat said gleefully.
“Why did you agree to it?”
“It was Eric’s challenge to me.”
“You guys are still doing that?”
I pulled down her dress and helped her step out of it. She started undoing her corset while I took off my dress. We switched and then she helped me get the corset laced. Then we were pulling the dress up. I tried adjusting my boobs to fill out the dress, but it wasn’t working.
“Don’t worry, I have plenty of tissues,” Kat said, hurrying over with a box of tissues. I snatched a handful and stuffed them in the dress, but needed a second handful. After some careful adjusting, it looked like it was real.
“I look ridiculous. My boobs don’t match my body.”
“It’ll have to do in a pinch. Here,” she said, slipping off her necklace. “Something borrowed.”
“You know I’m not actually getting married, right?”
“It doesn’t matter. You need all the luck you can get today.”
I nodded and then turned to her with wide eyes. “What about the rings? We don’t have any rings!”
“Right. Um…” She ran over to her jewelry box and pulled out two rings. “Here, you can use these. They were my parents’ rings.”
“Great, we’ll get married with rings from divorced people. That seems totally lucky. I need Robert to try it on and see if it’ll fit.”
“I’ll go get him. You try on yours and put on your shoes.”
I tried the ring on, noting it was only slightly big on me. It would have to do. I sat down on the bed and slipped on the boots that went with the dress. They were white and would keep my feet warm outside. I guessed Kat didn’t care about having nice shoes when there was snow on the ground.
“Hey, where’s Kat?” Chrissy, Kat’s maid of honor, asked, stepping inside the room. “The wedding should have started already. I can’t put it off too much longer. Wait, why are you wearing her wedding dress?”
“Because I’m not getting married today,” Kat said, rushing in behind her. “Long story, but just go with it.”
“Wow,” Robert said from the doorway. I stood and took him in. He looked pretty good in that suit. It almost made me sad that none of this was real. “You look amazing.”
“It’s the dress.”
“It’s your boobs,” he retorted. “They’re huge.”
“Well, I had to stuff them with tissues.”
“Maybe I’ll get you a boob job as a wedding present.”
“That’s not even slightly funny,” I said, glaring at him.
“What are we going to do about your hair?” Kat asked. “It doesn’t look like you’re about to get married.”