The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2) - Kristen Ashley Page 0,86
my sister out of the corners of my eyes.
I knew exactly what would happen.
And it happened.
I watched my sister’s face light up . . .
“Oh, Margot!” she cried, jumping from her seat, rushing to the first whiteboard and pointing at a picture. “That’s the dress I had my eye on!”
“Excellent,” Margot declared, walking to that whiteboard and ripping the pictures of the five other dresses she had on there from it, and the clips from bridal magazines drifted to the ground.
I looked to Deanna.
Deanna looked to me.
Her chest was heaving with suppressed laughter.
Mine was too.
“There’s a bridal shop in the city,” Margot went on. “They have that in stock to try on. I’ll make an appointment. We’ll go after the new year. They’ve told me, once it’s ordered, it takes four to five months to have it made. With alterations, we have no time to spare.”
“Do you think we can get this limo?” Izzy asked, pointing to a picture of a classy-ass, black Cadillac limousine.
Shoop!
Shoop!
Shoop!
The three other limo pictures that were on the whiteboard floated to the ground.
I snorted.
“Girl,” Deanna mumbled under her breath.
Izzy and Margot did not hear us.
“That limo is available from a company in Bowling Green,” Margot proclaimed. “Consider it booked. I’ll also book two more, one for the bridal party, and one for David and myself and any other special guests you might have.”
“Oh my, do you think Macy can find those peach roses?” Izzy gushed, gazing with wonder at a photo of a bouquet.
Shoop! Shoop! Shoop! Shoop! Shoop! Shoop!
I pressed both fists hard into my belly.
Deanna reached across Izzy’s chair to grab hold of my knee like it was a lifeline.
“I’ve already been in touch with her. There’ll be an additional charge to what we’ve already put a deposit on when we gave her our preliminary ideas, but she assures me she’ll have no problem locating them,” Margot asserted.
“My hair . . .” Izzy turned to Margot. “I think I want it looser.”
Gone were all of the updos that Margot had pictures of on the whiteboard.
“We have time for hair and makeup. We’ll schedule tryouts of that . . .” Margot walked to her day planner, flipped it open, shuffled through pages then reached and grabbed a Swarovski pen and tapped a page with it, looking up at Izzy, “late June. That gives you time to change your mind and have another run-through just to make sure.”
“Perfect!” Iz exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
I got up and started to pick up the discarded clips from the floor.
“Adeline, if you would, please, arrange those by category,” Margot requested. “I’ll be filing them and if Eliza wants another look at something, I want it handy what she wishes to see.”
“No probs,” I muttered, grinning to myself and still gathering.
I continued to do this, and alternately sit with Deanna, who was shoving the stuff in different plastic envelopes Margot gave her, for the next thirty minutes as Iz and Margot pared the three whiteboards down to two.
I also did this surreptitiously sending a text to Tobe, saying, This is even more hilarious than I thought it would be.
Toby texted back, Not surprised. Do I gotta tell Johnny he needs to sell a kidney?
Before I could reply, Margot ordered, “No outside distractions, Adeline.”
“Sorry,” I muttered, even though my presence there, so far, had been unnecessary, outside a happy witness to the hilarity and picking up rejected wedding ideas from the floor.
When she and Izzy got down to deciding when to do the cake tasting, I managed to send, I’m not allowed to text. Fill you in later. Please, God, don’t reply. I’ll get in trouble. Love you!
I hit send just as Dave strode through, obviously saw the void whiteboard and thus called, “Thank God. Now can I put that danged thing away?”
“We’re not done,” Margot replied.
“Margot, I’m half an hour from going to the airport to pick up Lance and his family. We’re gonna have ten more people in this house between now and tomorrow morning. We need space.”
“You can go get Lance, and when we’re done, I’ll put it away,” Margot said.
“No you will not,” Dave bit out.
Deanna, Izzy and me went still at his tone.
“David—” Margot began.
“You’re not done before I leave, Lance and me will put it away. You don’t touch that board, Margot,” he ordered.
“Okay, darlin’,” she said quietly.
Dave stalked off.
I looked to Iz who looked to me then to Deanna, who I looked to before we all