Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)

“I hope you don’t mind, but my father is the ordained minister for the next twenty-four hours, and he’ll perform the ceremony.” Jett placed a hand on the small of her back as they headed over to join the small crowed of well wishers.

“I would be honored.”

“Now here’s where we split up until the wedding. You’ll have your bridal shower, and I’ll have my mini version of a bachelor party.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have my eye on him,” her father said.

“Daddy.” He walked over and hugged her. “Congratulations, sweetheart. He asked me for your hand like a true gentleman before you flew out to meet his parents. You picked well.” The blessing and hope she saw in her father’s eyes muted her. Unable to express her emotions verbally she simply nodded.

“Well shoo, you guys, we have things to do.” Lorraine waved her hands in dismissal, and her dad released her.

“See you at the end of the aisle, Kansas.”

“See you at the end of the aisle, Jett.” The words were a prequel to their vows.

“If I didn’t know better I’d say Mr. Walker turned my bestie into a romantic.” Mya grinned.

“You! I can’t believe you kept this from me.”

“Trust me, it wasn’t easy!” The two hugged.

“You girls come on upstairs. We set up the guest room for you, Kansas,” Lorraine said.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Kansas linked her arms with Mya’s, and the two of them followed Lorraine and Sky up the stairs.

“He needed me to help with the details, all the things your best friend would learn over time. Like ring size.”

Mya winked, and Kansas giggled.

“I can’t believe all of this is for me.”

“Believe it, girl, you landed yourself a keeper.” A glint in Mya’s eyes caught her attention.

“What was that?”

“What?” Mya feigned innocence.

“Oh that look stopped working on me a long time ago. What did you do?”

“Nothing … it’s just been nice being with Aiden while we did all of the planning. I stood in as your self-appointed maid of honor, while he did the best man thing.”

“Oh there’s a story here.”

“I wish.” Mya’s mumbling spoke volumes.

“Maybe he does, too.” Kansas nudged her in the side with her elbow.

“I doubt it. He seemed pretty oblivious. Besides, he’s a nice guy, and we both know I never seem to find those kind.”

“I’m living proof there’s a first time for everything.” They reached the top of the stairs, and took a left.

“Wow.” The room had been set up beautifully as well. The bed had been removed, and an antique oval mirror had been brought in along with a few chaise lounges, and a number of smaller tables decorated with bouquets of pink peonies. The entire thing had a vintage bohemian vibe that waylaid her wedding jitters.

“It’s your day, so we’ll be your models first. Then the big moment, choosing your wedding dress,” Sky said. Excitement tinged her tone, thickening her accent.

“I get to pick?” she asked, shocked.

“Of course, darling. Mya choose three she’d thought you’d like,” Lorraine said.