Chapter 13

THE WEDDING WOLVES

Tim

UPDATE FROM THE ROAD. We are leaving soon. The Wedding Wolves are howling

Marin

Blackbriar, I am spiritually vibrating. Amelia, if this place is even half as amazing as the photos you sent last week, I will be weeping into the rose bushes before the welcome cocktails.

Colin

You weep during commercials. This means nothing.

Tim

FALSE. This means EVERYTHING. Our sister is getting married on sacred land her fiancé bought for her because he loves her so hard he had to erect a historical landmark about it.

Colin

You need help, bro.

Marin

I’ve visited once. Seen satellite pictures.

I’ve zoomed in on the hedges. If this estate doesn’t whisper “you are the moment” and spiritually wink at me like “yes, bitch, you belong” the second I arrive, while simultaneously falling to its metaphorical knees just because Amelia exists and walked in with main character supremacy, I will be hexing the architect.

Colin

Marin. I, again, have zero idea what you’re saying. But I support your love for my sister.

Tim

Hot take: If I don’t emotionally black out on the driveway and have to be revived with champagne and emergency affirmations, then this is not the wedding we promised ourselves.

Colin

I’m driving. If he starts chanting, I’m pulling over.

Tim

YOU’RE ALL WECOME FOR MY SERVICE. This wedding would be a beige nightmare if not for my artistic leadership.

Marin

Okay, but let’s talk about the REAL excitement: Today. Split squads. Girls go one way. Boys go another. This is the prelude to something unholy.

Tim

Oh, I have plans. Colin doesn’t know it yet. Neither does Gage. We’re doing whiskey, vintage suits, and maybe a tarot card reading from a woman named Chanelle who I found on Yelp and who guarantees spiritual clarity or your money back.

Colin

I’m not doing spiritual anything. I’m barely doing this group chat.

Marin

Amelia and I are going to do matching lipstick, cut flower stems, and scream affirmations into the sky. Possibly barefoot. Possibly with espresso martinis.

Tim

@Gage??? Your fiancée is about to run barefoot into the woods with a Leo rising. DO YOU HAVE ANY COMMENT?

Marin

Yeah, why are you so quiet?? Are you mapping the estate for optimal vow acoustics? Installing hidden champagne fridges under the floorboards? Checking for ancestral ghost protection?

Amelia

You guys are exhausting.

Tim

You say that now but wait until you see what Marin and I manifested for your “I’m Not Crying, You’re Crying” moment.

Tim

Also, a reminder that I’m giving a speech. I will be referencing the “I will kill for her but in a tux” aesthetic. Because that is not a man. That is a romantic weapon. And I find that emotionally compromising.

Amelia

No.

Tim

YES.

Marin

YESSSS

This is your villain origin story and your romcom finale and your Soft Girl Gothic Renaissance Era all at once.

Marin

I’m unwell thinking about it.

Marin

Gage’s jawline deserves a slideshow.

Colin

One of you better have snacks.

Tim

I’ve got tissues, glitter, bourbon, and chaos.

Tim

It’s happening.

Tim

We’re really doing this.

Marin

ETA two hours. I’ve got crystals in my bra and zero chill. Let’s goooo.

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