“You’re the one that controls the sex.”
“That’s true.”
Crisis averted, Carly wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “I couldn’t do this without you.”
“You could, too,” I said uncomfortably.
Carly shook her head vigorously. “No. You’re my best friend. You’re my family. It’s you and me forever.”
I was warmed by her comments, even though I felt a little sappy at the sentiment. “You’re my family, too.”
“Just you, though,” Carly said hurriedly. “I can’t take on the rest of your family. They’re crazy.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Thankfully, we were interrupted by a knock on the door. When Carly’s father entered, he looked more agitated than happy. “Do you know there are nuns out there?”
“It’s a Catholic church,” Carly said irritably. “What did you expect?”
“They’re not wearing those outfits, what do you call them?”
“Habits?” I offered helpfully.
“Yeah, habits. I didn’t realize they were nuns.”
“What did you do?” Carly asked suspiciously.
“I didn’t do anything. I thought the one was pretty and I just gave her a friendly pat on the ass. I would never have done it if I realized she was a nun,” Carly’s dad was properly chagrined – or at least he acted like he was.
I squelched the urge to laugh. Every family has a little bit of crazy in them.
“You grabbed a nun’s ass? Where was mom when you did this?” Carly looked incensed.
“Your mother doesn’t need to know,” her dad cautioned. “It was just an accident.”
“What if the priest doesn’t marry us now?” Carly wailed. “What if he thinks we’re heathens?”
“I promised them another hundred bucks,” her dad answered. “They’ll do the ceremony. They think you need the service to keep you pure, at this point.”
“Because of you,” Carly grumbled.
“I didn’t know she was a nun!”
Once the wedding processional started, I convinced Carly to push her father’s transgression out of her mind. “You can yell at him at the reception.”
“You’re right,” Carly said. “I’m about to get married. That’s what I should be focusing on.”
“Absolutely.”
I started to move towards the door and then glanced back at her. “You’re going to do great.”
“Thank you.”
Carly frowned as she looked me up and down for the first time, finally taking in the whole of my wedding ensemble. “Are you wearing Catwoman Converse? Where are your shoes? You get back here right now!”
I ignored the order and walked out into the church. I figured the shoes would piss off Harriet – which would be enough for Carly to forgive me once she thought it over. I just couldn’t wear those awful satin shoes.
As I made my way down the aisle, I caught sight of Eliot as he sat alone in one of the pews. He smiled when he saw me. He smiled wider when he saw my shoes.
The truth is, there is no such thing as happily ever after. There is such a thing as happy, though, and that’s how I felt today. The Force was with us this afternoon – and Carly was going to get the wedding she always wanted, despite the Catwoman Converse. And me? I was going to get lucky after the wedding, and that was more than enough for me today.
Author’s Note
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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