CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Jett brought Alexis to the backyard an hour later. A small group including Rita sat in the wicker chairs, which faced Alexis’ entrance.
Grant stood beside the preacher in a black tuxedo and red, silk bowtie.
“I can’t believe this.” A part of the veil caught in Alexis’ mouth when she talked.
“Just go with it,” Jett whispered, escorting her down the short, makeshift aisle to her wannabe groom.
She clenched the bouquet in front of her chest. “I swear to god if you let me marry this man—”
Jett rubbed Alexis’ back. “We got this, okay?”
Holding her breath, Alexis took her place in front of Grant.
“You look amazing,” Grant said. “Sorry there’s no music or anything fancy.” He winked. “It’s the thought that counts right?”
“I’m gonna kill you, Grant.”
“Now, now.” He waved
