My boobs were almost spilling out the top of said leather bustier. About four inches of my stomach was peeping between the edge of the bustier and my white lace skirt, which fell to above my knees, lined with white satin so it would not be see-through. The white lace skirt had several slits so when I walked my legs showed up to almost midthigh. As a gift, Jules had bought me knee-high black leather boots, so I was wearing those, too. I was also wearing black fishnets and a black bandana around my head that said JULES AND MACK FOREVER.

I was hardly dressed in front of over two hundred people. Cleavage up, thighs showing, even my stomach making an appearance

Curiously, I rather liked it. The wedding dress designer had truly made an eye-catching and unique maid of honor biker-gang dress, but I was nervous about what Marco would say.

Marco did a double take, a shocked expression on his face, then he smiled and looked me up and down, up and down. “Wow. I mean, wow, baby. You look . . . uh, wow.”

“I’m a biker chick.”

“I can tell.”

He smiled, and I smiled back nervously. Oh my. I figured we’d have some fun biker sex tonight. We’d had a lot of fun sex lately. He was holding my bouquet of flowers. They were a mix of pink, red, and white roses, all wrapped in a long black leather ribbon and white lace.

My mother and aunts smiled at me. Their hats bobbed. They had outdone themselves. Their hats were wide brimmed, purple, yellow, and pink, matching their sparkly, ruffled dresses and piled with a mix of fresh and faux flowers. The hats were cocked this way and that, a faux bird here and there, glitter sprayed left and right, a handful of silver sequins, lots of netting and long ribbons trailing down their backs.

“I love you,” my mother said to me, and my aunts echoed it. They tried to hug me, but their hats poked me in the face. “You look marvelous, Evie, in your lace and leathers.... You should ride a motorcycle.... Have you thought about wearing a bustier more often? My goodness you do have our family’s bust, don’t you? Why do you cover it up?”

And then it was time. My aunts were seated first as a rock band played “Back in Black” by AC/DC. Everyone loved it, especially since many of the guests were in their black leathers for the wedding. Mack’s mother, grandma, and great-grandma and their husbands went next. Nine bridesmaids, childhood and motorcycle riding friends of Jules, and the groomsmen walked the aisle arm in arm. The bridesmaids wore summer dresses, knee-high black boots, and the black JULES AND MACK FOREVER headbands, as did the groomsmen.