face. “This one is easy, Daddy,” I said. “It’s the next wedding that’ll kill me.”
The silk of my gown slid beneath my fingertips. Daddy squeezed my arm, and we walked toward the room where Jackson and his groomsmen were holed up. Fifteen more minutes. I took a long, deep breath, thankful I’d made it back in time, even if just barely.
Once I’d checked in with Choo, I’d left the bridal suite. They didn’t need me and it was too much makeup, too many giggles, too much silliness, and that was everyone but Choo. This wedding, Choo and Jackson’s, would be easy-peasy compared to what I’d endure in nine months’ time. All I had to do for this wedding was show up, get my hair done, and put on a dress.
But the next one? I looked over my shoulder to where Trick and Sophia now canoodled in the corner. They had their foreheads together, smiling and whispering like two lovesick puppies. Their adoration had been cute…at first. But the two of them had been acting like moonstruck teenagers going on a year.
“Get a room,” I called in a not-too-quiet voice.
Sophia shot me a look, but there was a smile attached. Where had my bitchy sister gone? Oh yeah, she’d become the girl next door now that she’d fallen in love with Trick.
“Daddy, would you mind if I just hung out here for a while? I’ve had enough drama, and the wedding hasn’t even started.”
“No problem. I’m going in there to kick ass and take names.” He kissed me on the cheek.
I brought my bouquet of magnolias and gardenias to my nose and took a long, intoxicating breath, then closed my eyes and faced the wall. Calm. Peace. Quiet.
“Well hello, beautiful lady. I don’t think we’ve met. You’ve probably heard of me. I’m kind of a big deal. I’m Webber. The Webz. Webzie if we’re friends.”
I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling and spun on my high heels. “Webber, what the hell are you doing?”
His jaw dropped open and his eyes swept up from the bottom of my dress until his gaze finally landed on my…cleavage.
“Yo! Webber, eyes up here, buddy.”
“Uh…uh…Ellen. Yeaaaaah. So sorry, babe, I didn’t recognize you from behind. You’re in a dress. Showered. Not sure I would have recognized you from the front either.” His eyes bounced back to my cleavage. “Yowza! Nope, not at all.” His gaze finally locked with mine. “You are one beautiful woman.” His voice was softer. He sounded a little surprised by his comment. As though my beauty was a revelation .
“My identical twin is considered one of the most beautiful women in the world.”
“Right.” Webber scrubbed his hand over his jaw and shook his head. “Guess I just never thought of you that way, babe. I mean, who’d know, right? You’ve always got your hair in a ponytail and your nose in a book.”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to say here, but you’re not winning points.” I walked toward the staircase that led up to the bridal suite. I’d take giggles and hairspray over insults. I was resigned to being surrounded by superficial and shallow people today, and Webzie was one of them.
“Hey, no!” Webber jumped in front of me. He pulled at his black tie. “Ellen. Come on. You know how I am. I can be really bad with the mouth. But babe, I promise I’m smooooooth. Or I can be.” He held up his hand like a Boy Scout. “Swear to God.”
I couldn’t help but crack a smile. Webber was a lot of things, but he was not smooth unless he was negotiating a deal. He thought he brought that same savoir faire to the way he handled women, but he was sadly mistaken. He was all Webber, all the time.
“I’m just surprised is all. I never really thought of you as being world-class pretty.”
“Ah, there you go again. Thanks for the compliment.” I started up the staircase and then called back to him, “Daddy’s with Jackson and Rhett. Trick is in the corner making out with Sophia. Isn’t that like half your client list? Why don’t you stop
The silk of my gown slid beneath my fingertips. Daddy squeezed my arm, and we walked toward the room where Jackson and his groomsmen were holed up. Fifteen more minutes. I took a long, deep breath, thankful I’d made it back in time, even if just barely.
Once I’d checked in with Choo, I’d left the bridal suite. They didn’t need me and it was too much makeup, too many giggles, too much silliness, and that was everyone but Choo. This wedding, Choo and Jackson’s, would be easy-peasy compared to what I’d endure in nine months’ time. All I had to do for this wedding was show up, get my hair done, and put on a dress.
But the next one? I looked over my shoulder to where Trick and Sophia now canoodled in the corner. They had their foreheads together, smiling and whispering like two lovesick puppies. Their adoration had been cute…at first. But the two of them had been acting like moonstruck teenagers going on a year.
“Get a room,” I called in a not-too-quiet voice.
Sophia shot me a look, but there was a smile attached. Where had my bitchy sister gone? Oh yeah, she’d become the girl next door now that she’d fallen in love with Trick.
“Daddy, would you mind if I just hung out here for a while? I’ve had enough drama, and the wedding hasn’t even started.”
“No problem. I’m going in there to kick ass and take names.” He kissed me on the cheek.
I brought my bouquet of magnolias and gardenias to my nose and took a long, intoxicating breath, then closed my eyes and faced the wall. Calm. Peace. Quiet.
“Well hello, beautiful lady. I don’t think we’ve met. You’ve probably heard of me. I’m kind of a big deal. I’m Webber. The Webz. Webzie if we’re friends.”
I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling and spun on my high heels. “Webber, what the hell are you doing?”
His jaw dropped open and his eyes swept up from the bottom of my dress until his gaze finally landed on my…cleavage.
“Yo! Webber, eyes up here, buddy.”
“Uh…uh…Ellen. Yeaaaaah. So sorry, babe, I didn’t recognize you from behind. You’re in a dress. Showered. Not sure I would have recognized you from the front either.” His eyes bounced back to my cleavage. “Yowza! Nope, not at all.” His gaze finally locked with mine. “You are one beautiful woman.” His voice was softer. He sounded a little surprised by his comment. As though my beauty was a revelation .
“My identical twin is considered one of the most beautiful women in the world.”
“Right.” Webber scrubbed his hand over his jaw and shook his head. “Guess I just never thought of you that way, babe. I mean, who’d know, right? You’ve always got your hair in a ponytail and your nose in a book.”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to say here, but you’re not winning points.” I walked toward the staircase that led up to the bridal suite. I’d take giggles and hairspray over insults. I was resigned to being surrounded by superficial and shallow people today, and Webzie was one of them.
“Hey, no!” Webber jumped in front of me. He pulled at his black tie. “Ellen. Come on. You know how I am. I can be really bad with the mouth. But babe, I promise I’m smooooooth. Or I can be.” He held up his hand like a Boy Scout. “Swear to God.”
I couldn’t help but crack a smile. Webber was a lot of things, but he was not smooth unless he was negotiating a deal. He thought he brought that same savoir faire to the way he handled women, but he was sadly mistaken. He was all Webber, all the time.
“I’m just surprised is all. I never really thought of you as being world-class pretty.”
“Ah, there you go again. Thanks for the compliment.” I started up the staircase and then called back to him, “Daddy’s with Jackson and Rhett. Trick is in the corner making out with Sophia. Isn’t that like half your client list? Why don’t you stop
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