Page 102 of Eight Days of Christmas
“Right.” Norah nodded, though dramatically, causing Isabella to wonder who she was trying to convince.
Isabella wrinkled a brow. “Youdowant to get married, don’t you?”
“Of course. Don’t be silly.” Norah waved her off.
Isabella exhaled. “Good. You had me worried for a second there.” She slipped the gown from the bag.
“It’s perfectly normal for a bride to be nervous and second guess everything on her wedding day.” Norah fingered the waves of her long, sienna hair while looking into the mirror. “So everyone tells me anyway.”
Isabella held out the dress to her sister. “That’s what I hear, too.” She smiled. “It will be great. I’ve never seen two people more perfect for each other than you two.”
That might’ve been a stretch. Norah was too sweet for her own good. And from what Isabella had experienced in the last week, Landon had a bit of a wandering eye. But she hoped with all her strength that these two kids were gonna make it.
Norah practically jumped into Isabella’s arms, wrapping her in a tight hug. Isabella had to hold the dress out so it wouldn’t get smashed in between them. “Thank you,” Norah whispered.
Isabella’s phone chimed. Once she’d handed off the gown to Norah, she slid her phone from her purse, her nerves zipping out of control. But they fizzled fast when she read the text.
Harrison: I know you’re busy with wedding stuff but just wanted to say I love you!
Isabella knew she couldn’t avoid Harrison forever. She’d asked him to commit, and he was finally trying, it seemed. But now, everything had changed. She needed to tell him as much but having that serious of a conversation by text or phone didn’t sit right. She needed to do it in person once she returned to New York tomorrow. She supposed she owed him that courtesy. She sent a reply.
Isabella: I’ll be back tomorrow. We can talk then. Merry Christmas.
She sent a text to Leo next.
Isabella: Ready to meet?
Leo: We have a slight problem.
Isabella: What kind of a problem?
Leo: Landon may have had too much whiskey.
Isabella: What? But it’s only noon!
Tension kneaded across her shoulders, and anger stirred in her stomach.
Leo: I know.
Isabella: Will he be ready to get married in two hours?
Leo: Um…I’m working on it.
Isabella: Um, how, exactly?
Leo: By keeping him away from the whiskey.
She groaned. Did he havenoexperience in this sort of thing? She tapped out a reply.
Isabella: I’m bringing him coffee. Now.
Leo: Right. Coffee. I should’ve thought about that.
Of all the people to drink too much before their wedding, Isabella had thought Landon to be the last person. Nerves or not, this was unacceptable. If he ruined her sister’s wedding day, she’d kill him.
Chapter Thirty-One
Leo
