Winter Wedding (Blythe College #5) Read Free Page B

at The Rooster’s Nest, and Kaylie made sure we got the best service possible since she used to bartend there. She kept ordering me shots with crazy names, which was terribly unfair because I couldn’t get my revenge since she was pregnant. By the time the night was over, we were all trashed and Kaylie had to call Jackson to help get everybody home even though we’d hired a limousine. It was probably the best part of the whole wedding process so far because I didn’t have to lift a finger except to knock back some drinks. Although I did draw the line at wearing that ‘suck for a buck’ shirt Aubrey had brought with her.
    I tipped the driver and thanked him as he removed her luggage from the trunk before getting back in the limo and driving away. When I turned back to Aubrey, I saw the telltale twinkle on her ring finger as she reached down for one of her bags.
    “Ohimgod!” I shrieked, snatching her hand up so I could see the ring. “You’re engaged! You didn’t tell me Luka proposed. Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “Because you haven’t given me a chance to yet,” she giggled. “I’ve barely said hello.”
    “So what happened? How did he ask?” I demanded. “You have to tell me everything!”
    “Help me haul all this to my room and I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” she promised.
    I grabbed two bags, practically ran for the door, and raced up the stairs. Aubrey wasn’t far behind me, and I slammed the door shut as soon as she entered the room.
    “Okay, spill.”
    She threw herself onto the bed and heaved a deep sigh. “It was so romantic. Almost like something out of a movie,” she began with a dreamy look on her face, her eyes staring up at the ceiling and a goofy grin spread across her lips. “Luka was so upset that he couldn’t come early with me, but since he just got that promotion last month, it was impossible for him to take the whole week off.”
    “Yeah, yeah. C’mon. Get to the good stuff,” I urged.
    “Well, he insisted upon taking me to the airport this morning. O’Hare is always a mess, so he dropped me off at the door and had a skycap check in my luggage. I was halfway through the security line when my cell phone started to ring with a call from him. I thought he was just checking to make sure everything was going smoothly, but he told me I’d forgotten something important and he’d bring it inside.”
    “You never forget anything. You’re too organized for that,” I pointed out.
    “I tried to ask him what it was, but the call disconnected, so I stepped out of line. I was dreading the idea of starting all over again when Luka came rushing up,” she said.
    “And then?” I asked.
    “He took my hands in his, dropped to one knee, and told me I’d forgotten to promise to be his forever and asked if I would marry him. That he couldn’t let me get on the plane without knowing I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.”
    “Wow,” I sighed.
    “Yeah. I was so surprised that I didn’t even remember to answer until people surrounding us started yelling encouragement,” she giggled.
    I could practically picture it in my mind, and she’d been right when she’d said that it was like a scene from one of those sappy movies she liked to watch all the time.
    “So it’s safe to assume you said yes?”
    “Of course I did,” she huffed. “And I bawled my eyes out when he told me he’d bought the ring months ago and was just waiting for the right time to ask. Then he apologized for messing up and not giving me the romantic proposal of my dreams.”
    “Are you ever going to clue him in and let him know he nailed the proposal perfectly?” I asked.
    “Sure,” she answered. “Sometime in the next fifty years or so.”
    We giggled like we used to when we were little girls and stared down at the rings on each of our fingers.
    “We get to trade places next time. You’ll be the bride and I’ll be the maid of honor.”
    “I don’t know. Maybe Luka and I will