Chapter Forty-Six
Jen
Hannah arrived in a sweatshirt, leggings, and curlers in her hair, carrying way too many things, including lunch. “I got it! I got it!”
I grabbed her dress off the top, anyway. “You could’ve taken two trips, crazy woman.”
“That’s inefficient.” She followed me to the master. “Ooo, I’ve never been in this room before. Where’s Beth?”
“Still doing family stuff or whatever. What smells so good?”
“Tamales.”
Tamales“Ooo!” Shelley leapt at the chance to take the takeout bag from her. “I’m starving.”
“Breakfast was three hours ago,” I said.
“I’m a growing girl.”
Once she’d set down her burden, Hannah grabbed my hands. “Six hours to your wedding!”
“Thank you for keeping me distracted,” I said to the room. “Dylan’s got it easy, but I’m trying to not think about all th
