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Chapter Three

Ireland

“Motherfucker!” I angrily exclaimed while miserably hunting my phone down to turn the alarm off. “Show yourself damn it!” I rummaged through my stuff until I finally found what I was looking for. I have a massive headache, I smell and look like crap, I feel like I want to drink 20 gallons of water and to make things worse, I should be getting ready for my best friend’s wedding. This is literally what you call a rude awakening! I would give anything to be able to bury myself under the sheets for the entire day. Argh! Why did she have to have a party the night before her wedding day?!

Thinking about last night, I can’t believe my friends have succeeded in cajoling me to drink whatever it is that they wanted me to try. I usually have a good head on my shoulders, but last night was one of my dumber than dumb moments for sure and now Karma has decided to bite my ass where I’m quickly reminded that I don’t do parties, I do responsibilities. Loaded with full force angst, I trudged my way towards the bathroom to shower.

An hour and thirty minutes later, I’m all dolled up and already driving down to the wedding venue and it didn’t take long until I’ve reached my destination. I cut the engine off, grabbed everything I needed, and checked my reflection in the rear-view mirror one last time to make sure everything’s in place and that I don’t actually look like the walking dead before hopping out of my black Super Duty F-450 truck. Yeah... I’m a badass like that or so I’d like to think. Anyway, armed with a bouquet of white and red roses, I leisurely made my way to where the bridal entourage is.

“Let’s get this show on the road ladies!” I greeted with so much fake enthusiasm as soon as I opened the door. “Oh my God! You should’ve been here an hour ago!” Bridezilla declared pointing her well-manicured accusatory finger at me. Ah yes, the drama has started indeed. “Breathe, Sam. Your wedding’s at one and it’s only eight in the morning. Everything’s running smoothly so there’s no reason to get your panties in a twist.” I explained. “Oh don’t you sass me, Ireland freaking St. James! You have no idea how much I’m freaking out here!” She shouted back. I glanced around the room hoping to find anyone who can rescue me from this mad woman and all I got was a couple of apologetic shrugs. Sighing deeply and careful not to roll my eyes at her, I sat beside her to get to the bottom of the “situation.”

“What are you stressing about, Sam? You’ve got this and isn’t this what you have been waiting for all your life, to get married to the man of your dreams?” I paused for a few seconds to add a dramatic flair. “Listen, you’re going to be the most beautiful bride there is and happily married by the end of the day. No, he’s not going to be a runaway groom. Adam adores and loves you too much to do that to you, Sam. Your emotional constipation isn’t going to help you get ready, so why don’t we get started and just let me know what else you need, okay?” “Okay...I love you, Ireland. You’re a pain in the ass sometimes, but I love you, and thank you.” she uttered with pouty lips and shaky breath.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride.” The priest officially announced. And kiss they did! People cried, laughed, danced, and cheered the whole time. The ceremony and reception were both simple, intimate, and full of happiness. Samantha looked ethereal under the afternoon Seattle sun while Adam looked handsome and content in his dark grey tuxedo. Thank God, it didn’t rain today!

I have to admit, the wedding was stunning and truly a scene from a romantic movie. Simply put, it was a celebration of love and I’m so happy that my best friend has finally found “the one.” All is right in the world again. As for me, I’m not sure if this whole marriage thing is something I want for myself. Truth be told, I just want my company to become more successful than it already is because a lot of people are counting on me to succeed. This is the exact reason why I have to put my best foot forward tomorrow. I’m not certain if things will end up in our favor, but one thing’s for sure falling in love is never going to be my top priority. Closing the deal is and failure is not an option.

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