"How do you guys know it fits?" She reached for her napkin and wiped at her tears.
"We don't, but there is a tailor on staff here at the hotel. He'll fix it up if need be." Alex moved closer and pulled her against his side. "I love you. I don't want to wait another minute, and I don't want anyone interrupting our moment together. That okay?"
"Yeah. Better than okay." She wiped her eyes and sat back. "I can't believe you guys pulled this off. I'm usually more perceptive than this."
"You've had a lot going on." Alex squeezed her and released her. "Let's have a great breakfast, and then you and Kristen can go get ready."
"What about my parents? They're going to be upset about not seeing me get married. Well, my dad is." She lifted her menu up and scanned it, picking out several things that looked good.
"They're here. Your mother’s still sleeping." Kristen laughed. "It's just your mom and dad, though, so no worries."
"Really?" She turned to Alex. "Is there nothing you didn't think about?"
"Nope. I got it all." He beamed as the server walked up and took their orders.
She was almost too nervous to eat anything, but the loud growl from her tummy said that it was happening whether she liked it or not.
She was getting married!
To the hottest man under the sun.
Chapter 15
"I can't believe this is happening." Jamie let out a soft sigh as she walked into Kristen's room with her makeup bag and hair brush in her hand. "I feel like I should’ve had months to prepare for this moment."
"And what would you do with more time?" Kristen turned and smiled.
"I don't know, but I'm honestly overwhelmed. I don't deserve a guy like Alex, and yet he's chosen me. It's madness." She set her stuff down and ran her hands through her hair. "I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop."
"Well, it's not going to. Now... close your eyes. I have your dress in the next room, but I want you to get the full effect of it in the light." Kristen squealed before turning and jogging toward the bedroom.
Nervousness and excitement pulsed through the center of Jamie's stomach as she walked to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water.
"Where are you?" Kristen called out from the other room. "Are your eyes closed?"
"No, but I'll be right there, and I'll close them. I just needed some water." Jamie downed a glass of water, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Alex was refined. She wasn't. He was rich. She was poor. He was fit and hot and successful. She was just... her.
"Stop it," she grumbled and walked to the bedroom with her hand over her eyes. "I'm ready."
"Alright. Look."
Her breath caught in her chest as Kristen held up the beautiful white dress she'd been ogling for weeks. It was simple and yet gorgeous beyond belief. "Wow."
"Right? We have thirty minutes. Let's get your makeup done and then get you in it." She laid the dress across the bed as Jamie moved out and ran her fingers down the intricate design on the front of it.
"What if it doesn't fit?" She glanced up as Kristen motioned for her to join her in the bathroom.
"It's going to fit, and if not, there are six of us doing this thing. We'll tell them to wait and have it hemmed up. Alex was pretty meticulous at having Mark figure out your size though." Kristen's cheeks grew pink. "He had to go through your closet. You should hear him tell the story. It's hilarious."
"He what?" Jamie glanced up. She should have been embarrassed, but Mark was too much like a brother to her too now. The fact that Alex had done so much from a hospital bed melted her completely.
"Right? I wouldn't have told anyone, but you know how Mark is. He's a funny guy, always looking for his next story. I think that will be one that he tells for a long time to come." She moved behind Jamie as they got into the bathroom together and smiled around her at the mirror. "Hair up or down?"
"Up, I think. The dress needs to be the main thing, right?" Jamie pressed her hands to her stomach and groaned. "I feel like I could vomit. I'm so damn nervous all of a sudden."
"It's going to be great. Just relax and let me help get you ready."
They worked on her hair and makeup and finally it was time to get into the dress. Never in her life had she wanted something to fit so badly. The horror of growing up overweight and having to squeeze into everything rushed over her before she stepped into the dress.