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“Perfect,” I say, turning to look at Kady, who nods as she smiles up at me.

“Sounds good to me.”

Only a week until I finally get to marry the girl of my dreams?

Hell fucking yes.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Kady

“Hello,” the saleswoman calls, approaching us as I walk into the shop with Hannah next to me and Ali, Carly, Tate, and Quinn behind us. “I’m Megan. How can I help you today?”

“She’s looking for her wedding dress,” Hannah says, grinning as she gives me a little shove and I shoot her a glare before I turn to Megan.

“Hi. I’m Kady and yes, I am looking for a wedding dress.”

She shakes my hand as she flashes me a warm smile. “Perfect! I can help you with that. When is your wedding?”

“In six days,” I squeak, wincing as her eyes widen. When Noah and I decided to throw this thing together in six days, I knew it might be difficult but I never realized how long it took to order a wedding dress until I told Hannah and she started freaking out.

“Oh, I see. In a rush, are we?”

Ali laughs as she steps up next to me and wraps her arm around my shoulders. “Well, he’s only been waiting to marry her for sixteen years so yeah, you could say that.”

“Sixteen years… wow.”

I nod. “We met when we were eleven.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet. All right, then.” She claps her hands together as she turns to the shop. “We’re going to have to focus on something you can leave with today but we might be able to squeeze you in for alterations so that does open up our options a little bit. What’s your style?”

I look around the shop and stop on a dress on one of the mannequins - a gorgeous ivory lace appliqué dress with an illusion halter, an open back, and a natural tulle skirt.

“What about that one?”

Megan follows my gaze before turning back to me with a grin. “It is your lucky day. That dress was being retired to the back today to make room for next season so if you love it, you’ll get it for a steal.”

“Try it on,” Hannah urges. “I’m dying to see how it looks on you.”

I purse my lips as I stare at it, wondering how much it costs. Noah told me not to worry about money but I can’t help it. I’ve been pretty damn frugal for the past six years and it feels weird to splurge.

“Let me go take it off the mannequin,” Megan says, pointing off to a set of couches in front of floor-to-ceiling mirrors. “Y’all can have a seat over there and I’ll come get you when I’m ready.”

I nod and follow the girls as they lead me over to the couches. Carly, Ali, and Tate sit on one couch while Hannah, Quinn, and I sit down on the other. I sigh as I look around the room, a little overwhelmed by all the white tulle.

“So…” Carly prompts and I turn to her as she studies me. “Excited? Nervous?”

“Um, yes?” I answer and she smiles. “Actually, I’m excited to be married but I can’t say I’m looking forward to the actual wedding. I don’t really like being the center of attention.”

Tate shakes her head. “Well, who could blame you after the shit you’ve been through? But the club won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to see that.” I remember how eager they all were to help me plan my proposal to Noah and smile.

“So, how did all of you meet your guys?” Hannah asks, leaning back into the couch and Ali laughs.

“Well, Logan was my neighbor and his dog got out of his yard and tackled me.”

I wince. “Ouch.”