WRIGHT KIND OF TROUBLE
CHAPTER ONE - HARLEY
“You look like you’re going to a funeral.”
I blinked at my brother and then gestured to my black lace dress. “Excuse me?”
Whitton shook his head as he squared off his perfectly knotted silk tie. “I know that you wanted to be Wynona Ryder growing up, but don’t you think this is taking it a little too far. You look like that girl from Beetlejuice.”
“Should I be insulted or flattered that you think I look like Lydia?” I asked with a tilt of my head.
He laughed. “Only you, Harley.”
“Black is fine for a wedding. It’s a neutral color. You’re going in a black suit!”
“I could wear charcoal,” he said with a shrug.
I turned back to the living room mirror to check out the waves I’d put into my long blonde hair. “Don’t be pedantic.”
“Oh no, Harley
