"The boys have one of those side by side ATV's. We can use it to bring the girls here."
"Okay." I agree right before the three of us fall into silence. I use those peaceful moments to go over more details that need to be handled for the ceremony. I make a mental note to ask if there are candles in the cabin that we can use to light the space. It'll be dusk when it takes place and Bonnie doesn't have enhanced abilities of a wolf like the rest of us. Although it would be funny to see her stumbling around in the dark at my mercy, I know it won't earn me any favors by putting her in that situation. She'd more than likely shoot me if I tried.
I turn and look at the clearing behind me. We won't be able to bring chairs in for the Savage pack to sit on, but it's a small group so maybe we can figure something else out for seating. I hope this all will be enough to please my mate. She acts like she's only giving in because of her need to be Bloom's Guardian, but I can hear her thoughts. She feels our connection, what we can be together, and wants this just as badly as I do. I can't mess this up. It would give her the opportunity to doubt me. She's stubborn. And if I mess this up I won't get another chance to prove myself.
"Bloom's trying to find something blue to give Bonnie. She's wanting to give her that wedding tradition, even though this isn't going to be a human wedding."
I look back at the view with the array of flowers doting the valley. "Tell her I'll handle the something blue, and the bouquet."
"And tell her Tillie and I have the something new covered." Heath chimes in.
Pike nods in understanding as he closes his eyes to concentrate on relaying the message to his mate.
"Something new?" I quirk my eyebrow in question at the older wolf.
"Every bride needs a little protection for their mating night." He answers cryptically with a devilish grin on his face.
Shit. I don't think I'm lucky enough for him to be referring to condoms. Condoms I can handle. Anymore weapons added to Bonnie's arsenal…not so much.
Chapter 16 - Bonnie
I'm sitting on the edge of Tillie's quilt-covered bed, with my hands placed firmly in my lap to hide the fact that they're shaking. Amelia and Tillie are digging through a closest for what they swear will be the perfect dress for me to wear to this damn ceremony I got myself into. What was I thinking? Oh yeah, I was thinking I'm falling for the big wolf, and mating him won't be that big of a hardship, especially if it means I'll be able to protect my best friend. As for my so-called best friend, she's missing. The freakin' traitor! She should be here to calm me down before this minor freak-out I'm having turns into a full-blown meltdown, and I end up running into the woods to get away and end up lost in BFE. What can be more important than talking down your best friend, right before her off the cuff pseudo-wedding? Nothing! I hate showing weakness, but I really need her beside me to get through this.
Amelia and Tillie spin around with matching grins on their faces.
"You're scaring me." I say, watching them with apprehension. This can't be good. They look like two lunatics who've escaped from the psych ward. Well-aged lunatics, but that's neither here nor there.
"We have the perfect dress for your ceremony." Amelia beams.
"Oh, you do." I say hesitantly. These two live in a cabin buried deep in the woods, so I'm placing bets on this dress being straight up Little House on the Prairie. Laura Ingalls probably loaned it to Tillie herself.
"We do. But before we show you please keep in mind that I wore it in a different time." Tillie warns.
"Oookay." Totally going to be a prairie dress. I'm foreseeing a high collar and ruffles.
"We didn't do the huge elaborate dresses you all have these days. Our mating dresses were much simpler."
"Just show me." I command, wanting to get this over with quickly. I force a smile on my face, so I won't hurt their feelings when they show me this old lady dress. But the smile becomes genuine when they pull-out the dress and hold it up.
"Tillie." I say in shock as I stand up and move closer to examine it. I run my hand over the lace in awe.
"I was mated to Heath in the early seventies." She explains with a smile. That explains the vintage piece.
I take the dress from them and hold it against my frame. “It's stunning." I tell her as I admire the white lace mini dress. The dress falls loosely at mid-thigh with scalloped edges on the hem, as well as on the flowing bell sleeves, and the bateau neckline. It brings to mind women with flowers sewn in their hair, grooving to Creedence. My mind is racing with ideas on how to fix my hair and make-up so it’ll flatter the beautiful simplicity of the vintage dress.
"Thank you so much for letting me borrow this." I tell Tillie.