“Are you ready to be Mr. Anderson?” I inquire playfully.
“Are you ready to be Mr. Dalton? Asher asks.
“Not in that outfit,” I tease.
“That’s fair,” Asher laughs. “You look like a dream, and I’m covered in flour, smoke, and black cupcake crumbs.”
“Go get ready. And enjoy yourself, dammit. You always put so much stress on yourself when we have people over,” I point out.
“People have high expectations due to the big farmhouse and the European travel,” Asher explains.
“I know. We have such a stressful life,” I roll my eyes.
At that moment, I hear the backdoor to the house open. Sam uses her key to let herself inside, carrying a bottle of champagne.
“Happy wedding day!” Sam screams and runs toward me for a giant hug.
“You look stunning, you sexy bitch,” I tell her.
She truly does look amazing. I still feel a bit of attraction for the model friend of mine, but I finally understand it. I like Sam’s body. I love Asher for his soul and companionship (and his body).
“I can’t help but feel I deserve a thank you for creating this momentous occasion,” she hints.
“We thank you every night in our prayers,” I ham it up.
Sam smirks and finds two champagne glasses.
“Where are the babies?” Sam asks.
“Asher needs to get dressed,” I answer.
“No, the twins,” she chuckles.
“They will be here any moment. Ash’s mom took them this morning. I enjoy the break, but if she lets them bring the dog, I hope she knows that she ruined my whole wedding,” I vent.
“If a puppy running around is the only crisis on your wedding day, you have it pretty easy,” she scoffs.
“How would you know?” I ask.
“I play ‘magical wedding tea party’ with the mini-me all the time. She loves it,’ Sam reveals.
“Wow. Funny what a couple of years can do,” I mention.
“Tell me about it. But I’m here for the weekend without a toddler for the first time in forever. I plan to get drunk like the old times!” Sam informs me before taking a giant sip straight from the bottle of champagne.
“You do you, boo. However, you need to find your way home. I plan on spending the night with my husband,” I say. I love the way it sounds.
Asher strolls into the room with a twin on each hip.
“Look what I found!” he beams from ear to ear in his Armani suit.
I go up and give Asher a quick kiss before kissing both of my daughters on the forehead.
“It’s so sickeningly cute- I need to take a picture,” Sam blurts out.
“Our pre-wedding picture,” I laugh.
Sam clicks the picture, and I know that picture will hang on the wall of our empire for the rest of our lives.