“Move.”
He’s right. I lift the skirt and pull up the top again because my nipples are making another appearance. Theassholes could have at least tried to get a dress that fit. How do women deal with this shit?
The door to my little hidey hole closes behind me, plunging me into darkness. Voices outside are more muffled than I thought they’d be, so I can’t hear what they’re saying.
The script is that Franny, the nickname I’ve given her, wants to see him before the wedding. She wants to do the bride reveal.
Brandon is so far gone for this chick, I was sure he’d agree. He’s not traditional when it comes to weddings. It’s getting stuffy, and my dress is slipping again. I tug on it, then brush the veil over my shoulder because it’s tickling my bare skin.
I bet Cora wouldn’t be getting as flustered if she was wearing this get up. That said, I wouldn’t mind her showing up in here to help me out of this one.
The door is tugged open and Colin, a friend of my brother’s, is staring at me like I’m mental. “I’ve been knocking,” he whispers.
“Sorry,” I sound anything but sorry. Forget the woman. I’m here for my bro.
He shakes his head and steps back. Diego is giving me a thumbs up while Brandon is facing away from me, his hands clasped. The others stand back, and one of them has his phone out to capture the moment.
Taking a leaf out of Cora’s book, I wink at the camera then move toward Brandon. When I get right up behind him, he takes a deep breath. This is going to be hilarious. I reach out a hand, tapping his shoulder.
Brandon turns around. And he stares. Opening out my arms, I grin and make a kissy face.
“Holy fuck.” He takes a step back, his mouth hanging open.
“Are you calling off the wedding?” I ask.
Brandon bursts out laughing so hard he bends over, clutching his stomach. The rest of the guys fall about laughing. Even Colin is struggling to hold the camera up. It takes a lot to keep a straight face and even look affronted. There are tears streaming down Brandon’s face as he tries to control his shit. We all get a little hysterical.
“You’re fucking nuts.” Brandon punches me in the arm. “Ugh, and that is gross.”
“I know, right?” I tug up my dress again. “My nipples have never given me the ick before.”
“You should wear it for the ceremony.” Diego smirks.
“Someone recently told me not to upstage the bride.”
My eyes go to the doorway. If she thought I hadn’t seen her standing there, she’s crazy. That red dress has been in my line of sight for a while. Damn, she has a gorgeous smile.
It’s my turn to wink. All she does is arch a brow, then turn away, giving me a look over her shoulder. If I didn’t have something more important to do right now…
“Get your ass out of that dress before Dad sees you,” Brandon tells me, wiping at his eyes. “I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. Did someone get a photo?”
“It’s all on video.”
Doing as I’m told, I grab my suit and start stripping off the dress.
“There is something obscene about this.” Colin is pulling a face, watching the dress fall to the floor.
“Avert your eyes, pervert.”
“Wait, is Francesca even coming to see me?”
“Keep up, Brandon.” Diego pats his shoulder.
“Okay, just checking.” He takes a big breath. His nerves returning.
Outside, Brandon mingles with the guests. Diego goes to his girlfriend, who is standing next to Cora. Not wanting to appear like a creeper, I avoid making eye contact and go do my best man duties.
Almost an hour late, we’re told by the planner it's go time.
