AmyDrinking games.
Um.
Sir Mix-a-Lot.
I finish wrapping my ankle and put my foot in my tennis shoe. They’re not the ideal shoes for a wedding, but my ankle is still pretty sore, and I don’t want to risk injuring it further. My long maxi dress is cute and acts as camouflage. I doubt anyone will even notice—especially not Jax or Stella.
Lily comes out of the bathroom. The sight of her makes me sad. She’s so beautiful and damn near perfect in every way. Her blonde hair falls in ringlets over her shoulders, and she’s still tan from the summer. She’s wearing a long, flowy dress. It’s pale pink and stunning. She looks like a Grecian goddess.
Her bright blue eyes sparkle when she asks, “You ready?”
“I am.”
“Good. I want to get there to get pictures of Stella as she gets ready.” She maneuve
