Southern Devotion (Southern Heart 4)
He chuckles softly. “You should try to get a few more hours of sleep.”
“Can we change the time?” I ask him.
“Of the wedding?”
“Yeah, I know you picked sunset, but I was kinda hoping we could move it up.”
“I thought you wanted sunset?”
“I thought I did too. Turns out I just want you to be my husband.”
“Is that really what you want?”
“Yeah, I mean, if we can make it happen?”
“Let me call the photographers.” He laughs.
“Oh, I think they’ll be able to work us in a little earlier.”
“Yeah, they’re both pretty amazing. Gramps is marrying us, and our moms are taking care of the food. Let me make some calls in a couple of hours, and we’ll make it happen.”
“I wish you were here.”
“Me too, Livy. Me too. Get some rest, beautiful. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”
“See you at the gazebo,” I whisper.
“Damn right you will.”
Ending the call, I close my eyes and eventually drift back to sleep.
A few hours later, I wake to the sun shining through the windows and the smell of coffee. Climbing out of bed, I use the restroom, brush my teeth, and head downstairs. Jamie and my mom are sitting at the kitchen island with a list in front of them.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Mom greets me.
“Morning.” I fill a cup with coffee and take a seat next to them. “What are you looking at?”
“Just our list for today. Your fiancé called to tell us that we’re moving the wedding up to five this evening.”
I can feel my face heat. “Yeah, we talked at about five this morning and decided to move it up.”
“You wanted sunset,” Mom reminds me. She points to another list. “It says so right here.”
I laugh. “I know, but it turns out I just want to be married. Besides, I think the pictures with the wildflowers will do better in the early evening light.”
“Have you been talking to McKinley and Whitney? They both said the same thing when David told them sunset.” Jamie smiles.
“No, but they’re right. It’ll be better. At least that’s what I’m hoping. So, what can I do to help?”
“Nothing,” Mom answers. “We have it under control. You and Jamie are going into town to get your hair and makeup done. Nails too, if you have time with the new schedule.”
“You don’t have to take me,” I tell Jamie.
“Seriously? After everything you did for our wedding, this is the least I can do. Besides, I need a pedicure.” She holds out her foot as if to prove her point.
“Thank you. What time do we go?”
“Two o’clock. I tried to change the time, but it’s all booked.”