The Wedding Hands on my hips, I looked my best friend in the eye and shook my head as she turned to reapply her lipstick in the mirror. “Don’t look at me like that,” Melissa snapped as she forced back a grin. “Oh, I’ll look at you like that, all right. I’ll look at you like that all night if I want. Are you trying to kill my future brother-in-law?” I teased, knowing that less than two minutes ago she was locked in Dean’s room doing who-knows-what while I sat in Jack’s room waiting for her. She narrowed her eyes before turning to face me. “Maybe.” Frustrated, I rolled my eyes. “Try not to. I’ve grown attached.” After applying a new coat of lipstick, she smacked her lips together before moving next to me. “You look gorgeous, by the way.” Her hands touched the back of my hair as she rearranged specific strands while I smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles from my knee-length white dress. “Thanks. So do you.” Despite being annoyed with my pint-sized pal, I couldn’t help but smile. “So, was your dad pissed about not walking you down the aisle?” I sucked in a breath. The last thing I wanted on my wedding day was to feel bad about any of my decisions. The choice of walking alone or