Bad Boy's Bridesmaid(39)

Mom flipped shit. She kicked the girl struggling to paint her toenails  as she heaved herself from the chair. Trays crashed and magazines  scattered. A bottle of acetone spilled down Lindsey's leg. She didn't  notice her French tips wash away.

She stared in horror into the mirror.

"My baby!" Mom immediately snapped a picture on her phone, much to Lindsey's dismay. "Don't worry. We'll document everything."         

     



 

"Oh my god, my face!" Lindsey burst into tears.

The stylists dropped their hairspray and abandoned the bridesmaids to rush to the bride's aid.

Carmen caught the curling iron before it crashed on the floor. She  tugged, but her hair tangled over the barrel. "O-okay. I'll just … finish  this curl myself."

The iron had already melted to her extensions.

Fantastic.

I shuffled out of the chair, hair partially dried and the only one with makeup on.

Lindsey glared at the woman hiding the hot wax behind her back, but she  was unable to look angry. Her eyebrow was thinner, but it wasn't …

 … Well, it wasn't completely gone.

"Oh, it's not bad," I said. "It's just … narrow."

Wrong word.

I met the full brunt of my sister's wedding-day fury, and she didn't have enough Bloody Marys in her to temper that rage.

"Delicate!" I yelped the word as Lindsey pitched her tiara at me. "It's delicate!"

The tiara shattered against the mirror. Lindsey dissolved into tears. Carmen's hair was scorched. I needed to throw up.

So far, so good.

I expected more problems on the wedding day, and not just that my curls  didn't want to pin in place. I had to wear my hair down, despite  Lindsey's wishes for her bridesmaids in up-dos. Even encouraging Mom to  take away my inheritance couldn't get the curls to hang right.

Lindsey's phone rang. Mom grabbed it first.

"It's Bryce," Mom said. "You can't talk to him before the wedding."

I shook my head. "No, he just can't see her before the wedding."

"If you want to bring bad luck to a ceremony, we'll do it at yours." Mom  arched her perfectly manicured eyebrow and answered the call. "Though  it'll take more than luck to get you to the altar."

There it was.

Mom had been too busy to properly criticize me. Things were finally back to normal.

Lindsey tried to tug the phone from Mom. She froze when Mom screeched.

"What do you mean he's not here?"

Uh-oh.

"You find him. You find him right now."

Lindsey caught her phone before it ended up in pieces next to her tiara.  Mom hmphed, dousing her hair in enough hairspray to hold it firm  through the apocalypse.

"You two girls have the worst taste in friends." Mom pointed the  hairspray at me. I ducked away before she threatened me with a spritz.  "Where's Nate?"

The panic closed my throat. Or maybe it was the hairspray. "How should I know?"

"Well, it's your responsibility to find him or we're down one groomsman."

"Find him?"

"You're the maid of honor. You're supposed to be making this day easy for Lindsey."

Lindsey mourned her thinned eyebrow. "And it's not been easy, Mandy. Not at all!"

"Nate's not here?" The words crawled out of me, sick and miserable.

Lindsey grumbled under her breath, stealing the tweezers from the  stylist and attempting to balance out the razor thin line of her  eyebrow.

"This has to be your fault," my sister said. "What the hell is going on with you two?"

I didn't want to answer that. I took a chance that maybe it was one of  her rhetorical questions, the ones she spat before she ranted at my face  until I groveled in my own apologies.

Not this time. She expected an answer.

Lindsey plucked a hair out of my arm. I yelped, but she aimed with the tweezers for another bite of my skin.

"Why isn't Nate here? I know you've been fighting with him. What did you do?"

The salon was packed. Mom, Lindsey, five bridesmaids, and seven stylists  waited for my answer in silence. That was fourteen people too many to  learn the truth about what happened.

I glanced at the patient stylist handling my hair. "Is there a place I can talk with them?"

She pointed towards the hallway leading to the restrooms. Good enough.  At least I was close to a toilet in case I had to throw up.

Mom and Lindsey followed me, arms crossed, the same judgmental scowl plastered on their faces.

This wasn't going to be easy, but it could be discreet. I'd give them  the bare minimum, leave to find Nate, and promise him whatever he wanted  if he made it to the wedding and let me explain everything.

I took a breath. "Okay. Nate and I have been … " What was the right word? "Involved."

Lindsey nearly hit the ceiling. "You what?"

"We had a fight two days ago. I don't know where he is now, but I'll call him."

Lindsey didn't buy it for a minute. "You've been dating Nate?"         

     



 

"Yeah."

"No, no. I don't believe you. You would never date a man like Nate.  You've been hiding something for weeks. You're acting weird. And,  honestly, you haven't put this family first for a long time."

"You have no idea what I've been doing for this family."

"Ruining everything, apparently, even scaring away one of the groomsmen!" Lindsey's hands trembled.

Oh shit. She was going to blow. Even Mom took a step back.

"You messed up the catering order. You didn't have the courtesy to  maintain your weight with the dresses. You cut your hair, and they can't  get your curls into the up-do I wanted! You didn't bother learning how  to do my dance. You never finished the paper flowers. You should've been  working on the party all night. Instead you went home."

"I had to sleep!"

"No, you didn't! You could have stayed up for one night to help."

"You weren't there."

"I'm the bride. I have to look beautiful. You're the Maid of Honor. No one cares what you look like."

Mom crossed her arms. "Let's not forget, we needed you to deliver messages to your father, and you refused."

This wasn't happening. "Mom, I couldn't play messenger all the time. You  were just fighting with Dad, and it wasn't getting anything done."

"And so you thought it'd be better if you caused more stress."

"I thought it'd be better if you talked to your husband."

Mom stiffened. "This is Lindsey's day, and you've done everything in  your power to make it as difficult as possible for all of us."

"Are you kidding?" I wasn't ready to defend myself from this. "I've put you guys first for months."

"It sure doesn't seem like it," Lindsey said.

"Believe me, if you knew what I've been going through-"

"It doesn't matter what you've been doing! This is my wedding. Nothing is more important!"

"Everything is more important!"

I didn't mean to yell, didn't realize I had until the profanity echoed through the hall.

And I didn't care. For the first time, I didn't care what my family  thought. I wasn't going to be hurt by the very people I tried so hard to  protect.

I loved my family, but couldn't they see how much pain I was in?

"For the past three months, I've done everything for this family," I  said. "I spent all my time-off from work. I've made crafts and  researched prices and confirmed appointments and dropped everything to  take care of this wedding, and neither of you appreciate it."

Mom scowled. "I didn't know you needed to be commended for doing your part."

"I don't want to be commended. I want to be respected. I've lost  everything because of this wedding, and I can't lose my mother and  sister too."

"What have you lost?" Lindsey groaned. "Stop being so melodramatic."

"Me?" Tears welled in my eyes. This was the worst time for the hormones  to take over. "I might have lost the only man I've ever cared about  because I put everything before him. Nate didn't just leave the wedding  party; he might have left me."

"You can't possibly care this much about Nate," Lindsey said.

"Of course I do, but I screwed everything up. He's gone because I didn't want to overshadow your wedding."

"Well, congratulations." Lindsey clapped, punctuating each word with a  sarcastic slap. "Here you are. Overshadowing my wedding. Once again,  we're in a mess because something you did jeopardized the ceremony."

"How dare you."

"Just because you're having a stupid relationship problem with your crush doesn't give you the right to ruin my-"

"I'm pregnant!"

I didn't mean to shout it.

The word crashed louder than silence and harsher than a slap across the cheek.

Now the entire wedding party, salon, and whoever passed in the street knew the truth.

I'd shout it from the rooftops now if it mean proving to Nate I was sorry for keeping it a secret.

I faced my family, tears in my eyes. "I've been hiding it for three  months so I wouldn't ruin today. That's why Nate left. I told him, we  had a fight. I kept it a secret because I didn't want to cause any  drama, and now it's destroyed any chance I have with the man I … "