TWENTY-EIGHT
Tequila
“Oh! This looks amazing on you.” Jules twirls a finger in the air. “Spin,” she orders, and I obey. “Yes! This is the one. I love it.”
“Finally.” Angel appears from the dressing room. “I can't handle trying on another piece of clothing without getting food inside me.” She’s angelic in her pale blue bridesmaid gown. It embraces each curve and cascades along the back. She looks like a model in every way, shape, and form.
“I’m starving too. The little one in here is screaming at me.” Our bride pats her belly.
Angel emerges from the curtain, her head visible once more. “These are stunning, Jules.”
“I know. My taste is excellent.” She chuckles and both me and Angel change out of them.
Once we're dressed, we pass them on to the seamstress, who takes precise measurements and notes down all the details.
“Thanks for being here today, ladies.” Jules links each arm with one of ours.
“Duh. We’re your bridesmaids.” Angel rests her head on top of hers and we continue down the sidewalk to the closest coffee shop.
She decided to not have a maid of honor. She claimed it was impossible for her to decide between us two. If it were my wedding, my emotions toward them would be identical.
As we enter the cafe, the freedom of being unaccompanied feels great. The guys only agreed because Angel would join us and she's as dangerous as the boys. If not more lethal. It took Charger a lot of encouraging though.
We place our order, take our seats, and they stare at me.
“What?” I blink.
“Don’t you what us? We’ve been waiting for this since you dropped the bomb this morning, saying how Throttle wants to date,” Angel scolds me while Jules lets out an excited squeal.
“So, you both think it’s a good idea?”
They freeze in confusion. “Are you the same Tequila we know and love because if so, I thought this is what you’ve always wanted,” Angel states the obvious.
She's right, but there are still unanswered questions. Isn’t there?
“How can I trust him?” I didn't realize the sadness in my words.
“We get it. Our men had to do a lot of groveling, but remember, this is Throttle we're talking about. When he says he's in, he's serious.” Jules leans forward. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t let him sweat it out.”
“Agreed. Take your time before providing him with an answer. Wait a few days. That will make him worry, and he deserves to feel uneasy. Even the tiniest amount.” Angel wiggles her brows.
“Okay, I give in.” I smile. They’ve been through it and if they are giving me their approval, then it must be right.