Page 157 of Bridesmaid for Hire
“And then I’ll announce that you’ll kiss the bride,” the officiant says as he shuts his book. Jude leans in to kiss Haisley, but the officiant stops him. “Not yet, hold it for tomorrow.”
Ha, if only that were the case.
“Once you kiss and I announce you as a couple, you’ll take your bouquet”—Sloane hands Haisley her bouquet—“and you’ll proceed down the aisle and toward the trees where I believe your photographer will be taking pictures. Am I correct?”
I can see Maggie brighten, wanting to comment, but she holds her tongue as the resort’s wedding planner nods. “That would be correct.”
“So, let’s proceed,” he says.
Haisley slips her arm through Jude’s and together they walk down the aisle.
“Now groomsmen and bridesmaids, you go one at a time.”
One of Hardy’s friends who came in last night, I think his name is Bowie, links arms with Stacey. I heard the twins did a coin toss as to who went first. Stacey won. Then it’s Hudson and Sloane, followed by Hardy and Maggie. I catch him murmuring something to her that makes her laugh, and if you’re wondering if a bolt of jealousy shot through me at the sight, you’d be correct.
But even though that jealousy is sitting on my chest, ready to explode, I know that Maggie would never do anything to hurt me, and Hardy wouldn’t either. The Hopper sons have made it quite clear that their fellow men have nothing to worry about—their relationships are safe from the handsome billionaires.
I clap along with the rest of the spectators, then we all stand and gather around as the wedding planner says a few things to Reginald, Regina, and Haisley.
I quickly find Maggie, who’s chatting with Hardy, and press my handon her lower back before giving her a quick peck on her cheek. “Best bridesmaid I’ve ever seen,” I say.
She gives me a cute curtsey. “Thank you. I’ve had a great deal of experience, so I’m glad I could apply it.”
“How many times have you been a bridesmaid?” Hardy asks.
“I think around five. It hasn’t been too much, but I’ve been around enough to know exactly what needs to be done and what doesn’t need to be done.”
“Any horrific bridesmaid stories?” Hardy asks just as Hudson joins us.
“Of course. I wouldn’t be such an educated and well-rounded event planner if I wasn’t put through the wringer by some bridesmaids.”
“Give us a story,” Hardy says.
Maggie presses her hand to her chest. “And break my client confidentiality?”
Hudson rolls his eyes. “You don’t have to give us names, just a general story.”
She waves off the boys. “Fine, you don’t have to twist my arm. Without going into detail, there was an incident where one of the bridesmaids, the night before the wedding, slept with one of the groomsmen. Not a big deal, I know. I’m sure that happens all the time. But…she was actually a content creator for OnlyFans, and ending up streaming the entire encounter. Also…not terrible—that’s until we realized that the groom was in the room, the whole time, watching it all go down. Well, not just the groom, but the entire wedding party—except the bride.”
“Oh shit,” Hardy says.
“Yup. She called the video ‘Wedding Party Watches Me Bang’ or something like that. The news got to the bride right before she had to walk down the aisle. It was a huge ordeal. We ended up moving that bridesmaid to the end of the line, the groom apologized for a half-hour straight and said he was drunk and didn’t remember anything. It endedwith the bridesmaid, as a thank-you for borrowing the wedding party, paying for the couple’s first-class flights to Italy—she made six figures just that night.”
I rub the back of my neck. “That’s a strange fucking world they live in.”
“It was easily one of the weirdest things I ever had to deal with.”
“Is the couple still married?” Hardy asks.
Maggie nods. “They are, and from what I’ve heard, they’ve joined the bridesmaid and made some appearances on her OnlyFans. I mean…to each their own, right?”
“I guess so,” Hudson says.
“That’s wild,” Hardy adds and then glances at Hudson. “You know, we could start an OnlyFans account—”
“Don’t even fucking think about it,” Hudson says as he pushes at his brother, leading him toward the resort. “You coming, McFadden?”
“Yeah, give me one second,” I say.
