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Chapters (40)
  1. Dedication
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Epilogue One
  38. Epilogue Two
  39. Books By Natasha Madison
  40. Acknowledgments

She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, and when she thinks of something else, she opens her mouth again, but literally nothing comes out. “You’re going to catch flies if you keep your mouth open much longer,” I say, and she glares at me.

“I don’t even have a dress,” she says.

“Lies,” I say. “You went shopping last week and bought two dresses for my party, and well, you only wore one.”

She glares at me. “You’re annoying when you try to sound like you know everything.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “Go eat and then go shower.”

“This is crazy.” She throws her hands up.

“I don’t say this often,” Jacob says from beside me, “but she’s right.”

I turn to glare at him. “Today at three, you’re the best man.” I grab his shoulder.

“Ohh,” he says. “I’ve never been the best man before.”

“You two,” she huffs up the steps, “are not thinking straight.”

“I’ve never been more sure in my whole life,” I say while I look in her eyes. She doesn’t say anything else as she walks into the house and slams the door shut behind her.

“I don’t know much about weddings,” Jacob says, “but pissing off the bride on the day of the wedding is not a good thing.” The front door opens, and Kallie comes out now.

“What did you do to Savannah?” she asks, folding her arms over her chest. “She stormed in and stomped up the steps.” I smile. “It sounded just like Ethan did last week when I said he couldn’t play video games on a school night.”

“We’re getting married,” I say, and I can’t explain how happy I feel right this minute.

Jacob holds up his hand when he sees that Kallie is going to ask something. “In case you were wondering when, it’s today at three.”

“What?” she shrieks. “Today?”

“Today,” I repeat. “Oh, do you think she would want to get married at sunset instead?”

“I think she would want to get married when she has a dress and flowers,” Kallie says. “And maybe her hair done.”

“I don’t care what she wears,” I say, and Kallie rolls her eyes.

“We’re aware,” Kallie says, “but this is a wedding.”

“Can we at least push it back a couple of hours?” Kallie says. “Get maybe a couple of people to help decorate or something?”

“You would do that?” I ask, not sure she would have even wanted to come.

“Listen, she isn’t my best friend,” she starts and looks at Jacob, “but she’s Ethan’s mom and seeing Ethan happy is something that everyone has in common.”

“I agree,” Jacob says. “Plus, this is a big deal.”