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Bishop Glover let his wife stay in front of him, because this was her daughter’s show, and he’d simply come along for the ride. There hadn’t been a single evening in the past twenty-eight days when he hadn’t found the two of them sitting in the kitchen or on the couch, going over something for this wedding.
Aurora had found a simple white dress, and she’d modified it into a gorgeous wedding gown. He’d seen it last night about eleven p.m., when she’d finally finished it. She’d put it on and modeled through the front room, putting her hand on her hip and looking over her shoulder like a real fashion model.
He loved that she could take something simple and dress it up into something fancy. She’d sewn a skirt for her mother to wear to this wedding, and Bishop had a tie made out of the same material. He’d asked if Tripp Walker would be wearing a jacket, and sure enough, the man trailing him had on a designer suit coat with fancy silver cufflinks.
He seemed more nervous than Ivory, and Bishop understood the feeling. For women, a wedding was made of cotton candy, sparkling diamonds, and four-tiered cakes. In truth, Holly Ann had made asix-tiered wedding cake for the impending nuptials.He’d seen all the tiers himself that afternoon as Holly Ann had stacked them on individual trays and put them in the freezer.
Mother had been over to the house every evening for the past three weeks, and Oliver came several times a week too. He and Aurora sure did seem set on tying the knot despite their ages. Willa had thrown a bridal shower for Aurora, which was good and bad, in Bishop’s opinion.
The couple needed everything she’d gotten at the shower from almost thirty people who had filled the Edge Cabin. But now Bishop and Montana had to drive it across the country in a big trailer.
He was more than happy to do so; he was. He wanted to be there when Aurora moved into her new place in a foreign state halfway across the country. Tripp and Ivory would be flying in from Las Vegas, and Bishop had already rented and picked up the trailer, seeing as how the wedding was in less than forty-eight hours.
Aurora and Ollie had been filling the trailer with the things they’d be taking with them, and they were flying to Jackson Hole for a week in a Rocky Mountain lodge. Neither of them knew what to do with snow, but neither of them owned a passport either. Aurora had turned down a week in a resort on Galveston Island, claiming they wanted to “experience the cold” and “try snow skiing.”
Bishop had been praying that that experience and trial wouldn’t result in a broken leg or the loss of fingers due to hypothermia. They’d be gone for five days, and then they’d return to Three Rivers, finish loading up the truck, and start the trek to Savannah.
“What do you think?” Aurora asked, bringing him back to the present. She’d gone over her choices for the tall vases, the snow-white tablecloths, the bluebonnet-reminiscent bows on the back.He’d driven down to Seven Sons that afternoon after getting the trailer, and he and Tripp had loaded it in and brought it up here.
“I think it’s amazing,” Bishop said, gazing at the hall in front of him in all its glory.
“What about the music?” Montana asked.
“Uncle Ward said he’d play the guitar for us,” Aurora said. “Uncle Judge is going to marry us. Grandma Lois said she’d do my hair, and Mom’s going to do my makeup.” She beamed at her mother. “Ivory is going to come help me make sure I won’t embarrass myself in the dress I probably left a bunch of holes in.”
Ivory scoffed and said, “Rory, I’ve seen your handiwork. I’m sure the dress is flawless.”
“It is,” Bishop said.
“You’ve seen it?” Ollie asked, leaning forward out of the line they’d formed at the back of the hall. “Why does he get to see it?”
“Because he’s my dad,” Aurora said. “Not my fiancé.” She rolled her eyes slightly at him, and Montana giggled quietly. Bishop suspected that came from her nerves, but as Bishop gazed at the hall, which was set for the wedding, he wondered what they’d been so worried about.
“Hello,” his mother called, and Bishop stepped out of the line, lifting his hand as if she couldn’t locate the six of them standing at the back of the hall.
“Wait a second,” Ollie said. “We wanted to thank you guys.” He cleared his throat and looked at Bishop as he turned back to them. “Rory?”
“Yes,” she said quickly. “Thank you so much for all your help with putting this together so fast.” She darted down the hall and picked up a couple of envelopes from the table just inside the back door of the barn.
She handed one to Ollie, who gave it to his mother. Aurora gave hers to Montana and stepped back to Ollie’s side. Theirhands locked, and Bishop could see how much they loved one another. Maybe it wasn’t the same type of love Judge had for June. Maybe it wasn’t as mature as Bear and Sammy’s love. Maybe it wasn’t as evolved as the love Bishop and Montana shared.
But it was love nonetheless, and everyone had to start at the beginning of their relationship.
“I need this so bad,” Montana said, pulling out a certificate for a massage. “And look Bish, here’s something for you.” She handed him a gift card to Eighth Rung, which was a wing shack that used ghost peppers in their sauce.
“Wow,” he said. “Trying to burn off my taste buds, I see.”
“Thank you, son,” Tripp said, his voice thick as he hugged Ollie. Bishop hugged Aurora and held her tight before relinquishing her to her mother. Montana held her for several long seconds, the same way Ivory did to Ollie.
Bishop would never be a mother, but he understood a little bit about the fierce love between Montana and Aurora.
“We have the lights,” Mother said, and Montana pulled away from Aurora. They both wiped their eyes, and Aurora stepped int Bishop’s mother and hugged her too.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice as high as a mousy squeak. “Let’s get them set up, then we’ll have everything set.”
Chapter Four
Montana Glover hadn’t been this tired in years. Maybe the few weeks before she’d delivered Robbie, she’d been at this level of exhausted. Planning and putting together a wedding in less than thirty days would be a feat for anyone, and Montana currently went to work down at the Kinder Ranch every day.
