Taylor
I stood in the mirror and took in the sight before me.
“You’re lucky that little stunt you and Jase pulled didn’t set us back,” Lauren said as she pushed the last pin in to hold on my veil.
Liza smiled and shook her head. “My goodness. Taylor you’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. Wait until Jase sees you . . . again.”
Giggling, my mother huffed as I turned to her. “Don’t be upset, Mom. It was important.”
“Nothing is that important to go to the lengths that boy did.”
Whitley agreed. “He could have simply asked to talk to you. We wouldn’t have denied him that.”
Amanda turned to Whitley. “My heart is still pounding thinking the tents were all set up wrong.”
Hiding my smile, I looked back at myself. My wedding dress was perfect. The strapless sweetheart neckline showed off my cleavage just like my mother said it would. The silver accent belt around my waist was beautiful and added the perfect touch to the lace and satin dress. Lifting my gown, I smiled at the brand new cowboy boots the girls bought me. They each signed the bottom of the boots and I cried like a baby at my wedding shower when I opened them.
My mother walked up to me and softly said, “Taylor, it’s time, sweetheart.”
Turning around, I looked around the room at the people closet to me. My mother and Whitley stood near the door and both looked beautiful.
Slowly moving my eyes around the room, I took in each of my best friends, all dressed in beautiful soft pink dresses finished off with cowboy boots.
Meagan. My beautiful sister and my best friend. I learned from her how to be strong.
Grace. The spit and fire of the group who looked beautiful with her hands resting on her ever-so-big pregnant belly.
Alex. The sensible one in our group. Her smile alone lit up the room never mind the fact that she was due in a week and was still her bubbly self.
Libby. Sweet beautiful Libby who had the biggest heart of all. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for any of us.
Lauren. The ever so happy and always positive best friend. She looked so beautiful as she stood there with her hands rubbing her unborn child. Lauren was the first to drop everything and come to your aide. I loved seeing how happy her eyes were.
Liza. The newest addition to my best friend circle. Anytime I needed advice, she was the first to offer it. She never left my side when Jase’s plane went down and I’ll never forget that.
Mireya and Bayli stood in front of their mothers dressed in beautiful little white gowns as they clutched onto their flower girl baskets.
Tears filled my eyes as I realized how blessed I was.
“I think we should get going now. Brad is waiting outside the door,” Jessie, said. She not only catered the reception, but she was also the wedding planner.
I stood there as each person gave me a kiss on the cheek. When I was finally alone, I took in a deep breath and blew it out as I tried to calm my nerves.
The door opened and my father walked in. Tears pooled in his eyes as he closed his eyes and shook his head before looking back at me. “My goodness. You are breathtaking.”
Blushing, I replied, “Thank you, Daddy.”
Walking up to me he took my hands in his. “I thought your mother was the most beautiful bride. You and your sister Meagan have proved me wrong. The three of you are . . . simply . . . flawless.”
“Daddy,” I whispered. “Don’t make me cry or Lauren and Meagan will have to do my makeup again.”
“Right,” he said with a nod. “I want you to know how happy I am for you, Taylor. I see the way Jase looks at you and he loves you so very much.”
“I love him.”
“I guess it’s time,” he said while he slowly blew out a breath.
“I guess so,” I answered.