“That’s fine. I want to leave my hair down with some curls, so it should be easy enough. We’ll be back in plenty of time.”
“You know,” Mom says, looking at me and then Jamie, “you two are the easiest brides I’ve ever encountered. Just going with the flow.”
“All that matters at the end of the day is who you’re marrying,” I tell her.
“You’ve always talked about your perfect country wedding. You’re not even a little disappointed?”
I think about her question. “No, not at all. I always thought it was the details of the day that made it the perfect wedding. I was wrong. It’s the person you’re sharing your life with. David is an amazing man who loves me, and I love him. At the end of that day, that’s all that matters.”
“Well said.” Mom smiles. “Now, how about some breakfast?” She stands and pulls a prepared plate of food out of the microwave that she saved for me.
“Thank you.” I waste no time digging in.
“After you eat, shower.” Jamie looks at her phone for the time. “Then it’ll be time for us to go.”
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Noon.”
I cough around the bite I just took. “Noon, seriously? I slept that late?”
“Well, when you call your fiancé in the middle of the night and tell him to move up your wedding, it’s exhausting,” Jamie teases.
“Holy shit! I’m getting married in five hours.”
“You are, so eat up,” Mom says, giving me a stern look, which I’m sure is for my use of profanity in her kitchen.
Scarfing down my food, I rush upstairs and take a
long hot shower. I shave twice—everywhere just in case. By the time I’m done and my hair is dry, it’s time to leave for the salon.
“You excited for today?” Jamie asks once we’re in her car and on our way.
“I am. No nerves, just excitement. How are you feeling?”
“Good. No morning sickness yet, knock on wood.”
“That’s great news. My big brother taking good care of you?”
“You know he is,” she replies, her voice softening at the mere mention of her husband.
We make small talk about the bar, and how my brother hovers over her now that she’s pregnant. “I’m not surprised. Evan was that way with both Walker and Beau, and look at Aaron with Whitney. That poor woman can’t even go to the restroom without him walking with her.”
“I get both sides. I mean, I know it’s annoying as hell, but at the same time, anyone who has never been loved like that is missing out.”
“I have to agree.”
“You think David will be that way?”
“I’m sure.” I laugh. “We are talking about the guy who used to propose to me at least once a week.”
“True.” She pulls into the salon. “Hey, Alice,” we greet our stylist when we enter.
“Ladies, how are you? Olivia, congratulations. That man of yours did some serious planning.”
“I know he did. He’s one of a kind.”
“That he is. Do you know how you want your hair?”