A/n: These last few chapters will probably be posted quickly so be watching for them. I'll post ch 13 tomorrow and 14 saturday and the epilogue (smut scene) sunday or monday
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*2 Months Later*
I waited at the airport for my only female friend in the world.
Sam was flying in so we could get some early dress shopping done.
“Mickey!”
“Sam!”
We ran and hugged each other.
“Where’s my favorite niece?”
“At home with daddy. I figured we could pick her and Sara up after I got you.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
We grabbed her bags and went out to my car.
The whole ride back, we talked about everything wedding related.
“What’s the color scheme?”
“Do you want the simple version or the really detailed version?”
“I want the really detailed version.”
“I want my bridesmaids in red dresses carrying to white roses. I want the groomsmen in black tuxes with white vests and red ties with a red rose pinned to their lapel. I’ll be in a white dress with one red rose and one white rose. I want Josh to be in an all white tux with a red rose pinned to his lapel.”
“Wow, you are exact.”
“It’s my dream wedding.”
“Please tell me you don’t have your dream dress pictured.”
“I do, but I’m sure we’d have to go to every single dress shop in every single part of North America”
She looked at me and we started laughing.
“Do you know what you want the bridesmaid’s dresses to look like?”
“Yes. I want all of the older girls to be in the same dress but the dress I have pictured is too sexy for my child to wear. She’ll be twelve when we get married, but that’s still too young.”
“Then pick something less sexy but just as gorgeous.”
“I’ll have to. I want the three of you in the same dress.”
We picked up Carolyn and Sara and went to the closest bridal shop.
“Hello, do you have an appointment?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the bride’s name?”
“Michelle Webster or Mickey Webster. I don’t remember what I said over the phone.”
“Yes, Mickey. Is this your bridal party?”
“Yes. All but the flower girl.”
“Great. Let’s get you guys a couple of dressing rooms.”
There were two dressing rooms that had a sticker with my name on it.
My consultant looked at Carolyn.
“You are beautiful. How old are you?”
“I’m eleven.”
“What’s your name?”
“Carolyn. I’m the daughter of the bride.”
“Oh,” she had a look of shock on her face, “Mickey doesn’t look old enough to have and eleven year old.”
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