We’d said our vows, then Trey dipped me for a dramatic first kiss as man and wife.
“Aww,” my teammates said as we kissed.
They were too funny.
And that was pretty much the end of the sappy part of the program.
I peered up at Jillian’s clock, and several minutes had gone by.
And all they’d shown so far had been us.
“These two created quite the stir,” Marco said, and Lola nodded.
“They sure did.” Lola flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Let’s see what happened next when the newlyweds arrived home.”
Yikes.
This part was all the bad stuff.
Trey and I fighting at the gate to the apartments—although you couldn’t hear what we were saying.
Beau snapping at us.
Yeah, it was all a whole lot of not good.
When it showed us kissing in front of Marcel and Angelique’s house, Lola said, “These two clearly can’t keep their hands off of each other!”
A few commercial breaks later, it showed us out with our parents that night at the country bar.
Dad had picked it out, of course.
When Marianne dragged me onto the dance floor for that outrageous song, everyone around me laughed.
So did I.
We looked ridiculous.
But that was kind of the point.
It had also been a lot of fun. Marianne was a real hoot to be around.
When Dad cut in after that song ended, Gianna said, “Oh, what in the world?”
“Oh, boy,” Nikki said, still eating her popcorn—but with much wider eyes now.
“Settle down, they’re just dancing,” I told them and shook my head.
Talk about misreading things.
Yeah, they were old.
And yeah, Dad had some trouble keeping his eyes off Marianne—but that didn’t mean anything.
I’d told him, no.
Marianne Turner was no-go territory.
He always respected my no-go requests.