The Engagement Arrangement (Boots and Bouquets #2) - Jaci Burton Page 0,9
Honor said. “It fits you perfectly and you look like a princess.”
Mom nodded. “I agree.”
“Isn’t it amazing?” Alexandra asked. “The alterations on this would be minimal. And she looks like a million bucks in this dress.”
Brenna couldn’t argue.
Mom stood up and went over to get a closer look, then took Erin’s hand. “Well?”
“I can’t imagine loving another dress as much as I love this one. I can see myself wearing it when I marry Jason. This is the one.”
They all clapped and Brenna and Honor got up and went over to her to hug her. Erin changed, filled out the paperwork and paid for the dress.
“While we’re here we should look for dresses for you two and for Mom,” she said.
Brenna rolled her eyes. She was going to be a bridesmaid again. Not her favorite thing, but she’d do what she had to do since her sister was the bride-to-be this time.
In the end, it hadn’t been difficult at all to find dresses. Erin had already chosen her bridesmaid colors, and the store had a wonderful inventory. Honor and Brenna tried on a few and found a couple of styles that looked amazing on both of them, which was quite a feat considering they had two completely different body types. Brenna was curvier and taller than Honor, but Erin said as long as the colors of the dresses were the same, they could wear different styles. She wanted Alice in the wedding as well, which meant once Alice flew back to town from Los Angeles she’d have to come and pick out a dress as well. But the fabric and color would be the same and the styles were similar, and now that was taken care of with a minimal amount of fuss. Even Mom had found a dress she liked. All in all, a good shopping day.
After that they were starving, so they hit up a restaurant in the city and celebrated with margaritas.
Brenna raised her glass. “Here’s to finding a wedding dress, Erin.”
Erin raised her glass as well. “I’ll definitely drink to that.”
They sipped their drinks and rehashed their workdays, then put in their food orders.
“Erin, you crossed quite a few things off your wedding to-do list today,” Honor said. “Wedding dress, bridesmaid dresses, mother-of-the-bride dress. That’s a huge accomplishment.”
“It is. More than I planned to accomplish, actually. I’m ahead of schedule now. We could probably move the wedding up to September.”
Honor frowned. “That’s not funny.”
Brenna laughed. “Actually, it’s pretty funny.”
“That’s because you only have to supply the wine. I have to do everything else.”
Erin grasped Honor’s hand. “Hey, not true. I told you I’m handling all of this.”
“As if I’d let you. You’ve had enough stress already. Just being the bride is stressful.”
“And I’m not one of your typically scheduled brides. I’ve got this, Honor. I’ll handle it.”
“We’ll all handle it,” their mom said. “As a family. It’s not one person’s job, Honor. It’s not just your job. It’s all of ours. Understood?”
“Yes, Mom,” Honor said.
“Hey,” Erin said. “When we meet on Monday I’ll astound you with my wedding checklist. You’ll see how much I’ve already got checked off. Jason and I are nailing down cakes and a deejay this weekend.”
Mom looked from Erin back to Honor. “See? Not just your job.”
Honor raised her hands in acquiescence. “Fine. Okay. I can see you do, in fact, have this, Erin.”
Erin smiled. “Good. So stop stressing over me. I’m not doing this alone. I not only have all of you, I have Jason, who for some reason is totally pumped about wedding planning.”
Brenna grinned. “Because he’s crazy in love with you.”
“He is. Isn’t that amazing?”
“Not so amazing,” Mom said. “It’s what you deserve.”
Erin laid her head on their mom’s shoulder. “I love you.”
They ate dinner, which was another amazing thing because who knew dress shopping could work up such an appetite? Brenna cleaned her entire plate of salmon and asparagus tips, then had cheesecake for dessert. By the time they got back to the house, she needed to walk off dinner. She hugged Erin, who had to leave for home, then went upstairs and changed out of her dress and into a pair of shorts and a tank top before slipping into her tennis shoes. Even though the sun had set, it was still oppressively hot. There was no breeze and the humidity was high. It wasn’t even like she was moving at a fast clip, just needing to walk.
She’d meant to discuss her ludicrous fake fiancé plan with