“I’m going to send every picture to you,” I said.
Chelsea smiled again.
I took a few pictures.
When she finished her coffee, she walked into the only bedroom in the cottage.
Her wedding dress was hung up right near a window.
I told her to unzip the bag protecting the dress.
The sunlight hit the dress perfectly.
My heart began to race.
I was already getting great pictures.
Then Chelsea sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me.
I saw the nerves hitting her.
I crouched down. “Chelsea. Tell me about the day you met him.”
The smile on her face instantly became contagious.
She told me how she and John met after bumping into each other in an overcrowded bar. They were both coming off a bad day and the second they looked at each other, it was love at first sight.
By the end of the story, she was wiping tears from her eyes.
She stood up and laughed. “You’re too good at this, Madison. Way too good at this.”
That made me feel really good.
But the thing was…
Up until that point it was just Chelsea and me.
I was only minutes away from needing to worry about more people.
The wedding party.
Then the guests.
Then everything else that came with it.
On top of that, Maverick had another game.
And I still hadn’t heard from him.
I stood there on such a beautiful and perfect day meant for a wedding with Maverick on my mind.
Knowing the extent of whatever we had going on was based on sneaking around.
Taking risks each time we met up, touched and did more.
Not that I ever for a second thought about falling in love with him or a word likemarriage.
It was just being surrounded by so much romance at once.