Sequel: Good Enough
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Strong Enough

Tangled Up in You

“Fuck! Someone turn off the light.”

“That’s the sun dipshit.”

“Well, fucking turn it off.”

“How would you like me to do that?”

Rylan and Mia’s argument drifted to my ears and attacked me in a way that must be what it’s like to be under enemy fire in a war.

“If you don’t stop yelling, I’m going to feed you all to the alligators at the zoo.” I stuffed my body further into the warm sheets above me, my head buried in the pillow effectively keeping the sun from my eyes.

“I don’t know what you girls got up to last night, but damn you must know how to party.” I could recognize Tommy’s voice as he praised our hungover states.

“Tommy, unless you want to lose the organ you hold most dear, you need to shut up and bring us coffee and Advil.”

I immediately heard a small yelp, and chuckled gently imagining Tommy cupping his family jewels and glaring at me. A few moments later there was shuffling and beautiful silence.

Ten minutes later, coffee in hand and curtains firmly shut, the four girls in my room were slowly becoming less zombie-like. The clock read 8:40. The ceremony wasn’t until 3, but there was plenty to do before then. Normally after a night like we had, I’d sleep until noon, but that’s not really an option tonight.

Each girl grabbed a quick shower, using the one in my room as well as the one down the hall, before dressing in our pink bridesmaid tank tops (Or Bride in Lee’s case) and jeans and made our way downstairs. We were still feeling the alcohol-induced pain, but not to the extent we were an hour before.

“Ah ladies, you’re up. I hope you had a good time last night.” My mother was shuffling around the kitchen. Her smile was sweet, but her eyes looked right into mine. It was times like these I’m pretty sure my mom knew what kind of life I lead, but chose to live her own life in blissful ignorance.

There was a refrain of comments about the night as we each grabbed a piece of fruit and set about helping to gather everything we needed to take over to the venue. We used Rylan, Tommy and Bryden, as mules to load up dad’s truck with dresses, shoes, gift bags and more. Alex was being exiled to anywhere away from Lee, so he got out of pack mule duty.

For the most part, everyone stayed pretty quiet during the packing, mostly due to the fact that the girls were still feeling the pain from last night. I’ve no idea how the boys weren’t feeling any effects from the bachelor party. I’ll have to ask Ry about that at some point.

While the work moved smoothly, it didn’t matter what I did or where I went, I kept running into Bryden. And I mean literally. I went to the guest room to get dresses, I’d bump into him coming out of the bathroom. I’d take something to the car, I’d knock into him coming back through the front door. I’d grab a glass of water and end up leaning into him instead of the kitchen counter. It was getting ridiculous. And the whole process only took a half an hour.

It didn’t help that every time I ran into him, we’d catch each other’s eyes and I would remember seeing them last night, still unaware of why he was there at all.

When the truck was full, the four girls piled into my car and we drove, rather uneventfully, to the salon. Immediately we were pulled into stylists’ chairs and our hair was curled and pinned up as our nails were done in a simple French tip. As our hangover dissipated completely, we started joking and laughing about the events of the previous night and letting out girlish squeals when we remembered that Lee was actually getting married in a few hours.

By the time we got out of the salon, it was just after noon. We met up with the moms at Chili’s for lunch and enjoyed Lee’s last meal as a single lady.

“Jax, can I ask you something?” I looked up coming face to face with Mia. Her voice wasn’t too loud, so the others hadn’t honed in on her question.

“I guess so. Though the ominous tone doesn’t make me want to answer.”

“Was what you said last night about Bryden true?” Her eyes watched for my reaction, but I was frozen. I remember what I’d said, but in my drunken state, I’d been more honest than I would have liked. After a minute, I sighed.

“Yeah, it’s true.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Because it hurt. And it hurt to more think about it. I buried the entire thing. I blocked it out. I didn’t want to remember, okay? He hurt me. No, he shattered me.”

She stared at me for a second taking in what I’d said and at that moment, my mom pulled my attention back to the group asking about my job and Vegas. She knew I was a model, but I only ever showed her the non-scandalous pictures—ones where I was wearing more than a swimsuit or underwear. And with the new conversation, the subject was once again dropped.

Following lunch, the group of women caravanned to the venue. We found Diablo and she took us to the bride room where our dresses and shoes had already arrived. The make-up artist was there waiting for us and one at a time, she beautified our faces. We took our time drinking Champaign (only in sips—we had a whole wedding to get through after all, and had only just recovered) and enjoying the room.

At 2:15 one of Diablo’s minions came in and told us to get dressed and let us know there were guests arriving. I watched Leeana’s face go from relaxed to nervous in the span of 5 seconds.

“Holy shit. This is really happening.” I was instantly at her side and her eyes bored into mine. “Am I ready to be married? What if he doesn’t show up? What if I trip? What if I can’t do this?”

“Sweetheart, stop.” My hands found her shoulders and her mouth snapped shut. “Do you love him?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Do you know that he loves you?”

“Without a doubt.”

“Then it doesn’t matter what else happens. He’s going to be at the end of that aisle waiting to marry the girl of his dreams.”

“Fuck, Olivia Wilde is here?” I could see the laughter in her eyes as she calmed down again and let out a laugh of my own.

We each shimmied into our dresses, then helped Lee with hers. We laced her up, tightened and tied and finally admired the gorgeous bride in white. Her mom pulled the veil where it was hanging and slipped it into her hair. I grabbed the box her blue heels were in and opened it to find a small note. Smiling, I handed it to Lee and I helped her get the shoes onto her feet. I could see the tears forming as she read before handing it back to me, nodding at me to read it.

Baby girl,
I cannot wait to marry you. I know you’re freaking out, and I know Jacqui is there calming you down. She’s good at that. You are the love of my life. You’re the reason I know everything will be alright and I am counting the minutes until I can call you my wife. I love you Lee!
–Alex


“See? I told you.” I smiled at her, pulled my shoes on and checked the time. We had 15 minutes to the ceremony. I drew Lee into a hug, quickly joined by the other two bridesmaids. We all stayed like that, wrapped in the embrace, until the minion returned with bouquets of blue pink and purple flowers. She handed one to each of us and ushered us into the hallway and down to the staging area. Lee’s dad was standing outside, waiting for his little girl. I could see the joy emanating from him as I smiled and followed Mia.

I was so lost in the bliss of the day that I forgot I had to walk with Bryden down the aisle. But even the eyes I couldn’t forget on the face I didn’t want to remember could bring me down. I was nothing but smiles. Though, I didn’t fail to notice the wide-eyed look he was giving me as he stared. I just let him look. After all, I did look damn good in this dress!
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Ah! It's wedding time! And it's perfect because one of my best friends is getting married this weekend and my brother is getting married next weekend!
In case you didn't catch the hyperlinks in the story, here's Leeana's dress and shoes!
Let me know what's going on in those pretty heads of yours :)
~Tracicita~