It was the big night, the night of the rehearsal dinner which meant I would be seeing all of my family members who surely would have something to critique.
I looked at myself in the full length mirror in my room, straightening out my dress.
A knock sounded on the door before Wes stepped into the room. He leaned against the doorframe, a grin playing on his lips.
I quirked an eyebrow, watching him through the mirror. "A picture lasts longer."
Wes chuckled softly. "I don't need a picture when this image is engraved in my head forever."
My face flushed, heat rising up my face. I glanced back to look at myself, feeling like I would melt under his gaze if I kept my eyes locked with his any longer. "Don't tell me I look that bad, so bad it'll be etched in your brain forever."
Wes rolled his
