The World According to Vince - Jane Harvey-Berrick Page 0,62
my weddings.” Then she winced when she realized what she’d said. “Oh fart! Don’t tell Rick I said that—he’s sensitive.”
“My lips are sealed. What happens in the bride’s dressing room, stays in the bride’s dressing room.”
Cady closed her eyes and blew out a long breath. “I didn’t think I’d be nervous, but my hands are shaking.”
I’d rarely seen Cady so vulnerable, but I knew my friend was making the right decision in marrying Rick. I took hold of her hands, smiling at our matching navy blue nails, the gloss bright and shiny.
“Cady, you’re marrying the man you love today—the sweetest, kindest, most loyal guy you’ve ever dated who happens to be head-over-heels in love with you, too. I’m so darned happy for you both. You’re in love; truly and deeply in love. This wedding will last just a few hours—your marriage will last a lifetime.”
“Bitch!” Cady sniffed. “You’ve made me cry! Ugh, pass me a tissue, quick!”
We both had to touch up our makeup after the almost-crying catastrophe.
“Do you think the guys are doing shots?” she asked, still sniffing slightly.
“Rick chose Vince as his best man. What do you think?”
“Good point. Please tell me you have a bottle of tequila with you for Mom?” she asked hopefully.
“Would you at least get her to finish a bottle of water first?”
She pouted at me and fluttered her eyelashes.
“Fine,” I sighed. “Mini bottles are in the fridge, but just one and don’t let your mom see the rest. She’s definitely had enough to drink.”
Cady winked at me. In the past, I was staggered how she managed to stay upright after all the champagne she could drink in one evening. The woman was an Amazon. I was in awe. But then again, I always had been, and I loved her to bits.
“Come on, time to get ready.”
We both turned to look at the gorgeous Sophia Tolli wedding dress hanging at the front of the closet. It wasn’t an ordinary white wedding dress, of course, because there was nothing ordinary about Cady. My friend was larger than life, with the biggest heart.
The Australian designer specialized in dressing voluptuous women like Cady and we’d both fallen in love with her incredible creation.
It was made from a column of delicate navy blue lace over a contrasting French ivory base of misty tulle bodice, a flared gown with seed pearls lightly scattered throughout, a plunging sweetheart neckline that showcased Cady’s awesome boobs, a semi-sheer low cut back, with a tulle and lace accented chapel train that would froth out behind her. It was also detachable, because Cady planned to do a lot of dancing at her wedding.
As I helped her into the gown and fastened the tiny pearl buttons at her back, I could feel myself welling up again.
“Don’t,” Cady whispered hoarsely.
“I’m trying not to,” I whispered back.
But then Rachel returned from the bathroom, and we both heard her gasp.
She rushed forward and hugged Cady tightly.
“You are so beautiful,” she cried, her voice breaking. “My beautiful, beautiful daughter. I’m so proud of you: not just today but every day. Every day of my life I thank God for giving me you. You’re the best daughter a mother could want. Rick is a very, very lucky man.”
I stepped away to give them a moment, and honestly, I needed one, too. I was feeling incredibly emotional at the thought of my best friend getting married.
I slipped into the bathroom and carefully dabbed cold water onto my neck. Today was a good day and I was happy for her, and maybe just a little sad for me. Just a little.
My maid of honor dress had color accents that matched Cady’s dress. It was a gorgeous, knee-length, one-shoulder gown with the navy silk chiffon draping softly, and it was accessorized by a wide belt in ivory with a rose-shaped bow. It was simple and elegant, and I couldn’t wait for Vince to see me in it.
Yes, I’d tripped over to the dark side: I wanted Vincent ‘the Canine Crusader’ Azzo to find me attractive. I prayed he wouldn’t let me down. There were going to be several celebrities at Cady and Rick’s wedding—young and attractive. In my heart of hearts, I knew that I’d be devastated if he flirted with one of them.
I took a deep breath: in this dress, I felt beautiful.
I stepped out of the bathroom to find Cady’s mom drinking a mini bottle of tequila and Cady laughing. I snapped a photo on my phone.