Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
When a hockey princess takes a trip to the south and two pink lines change everything!
Zara
The day I picked out my wedding dress was the day I found out my fiancé was cheating on me.
After that, I needed an escape.
A distraction to take my mind off what a mess my life was.
It was supposed to be a one-night thing.
Then it turned into more.
We knew going in that it was for two weeks.
Then, two pink lines changed everything.
Gabriel
I thought I had the perfect life.
I had an amazing son, and I was running the family bar.
But all that changed the day she walked in.
She was gorgeous and funny all wrapped into one.
It was temporary, we both knew that.
She's a city girl. I'm a cowboy.
But I fell in love with her and let her go all at the same time.
Now she's back and pregnant with my baby.
It's time to show her she was meant for me.
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Zara
The day I picked out my wedding dress is the day I found out my fiancé was cheating on me.
After that, I needed an escape.
A distraction to take my mind off what a mess my life was.
It was supposed to be a one-night thing.
Then it turned into more.
We knew going in that it was for two weeks.
Then, two pink lines changed everything.
Gabriel
I thought I had the perfect life.
I had an amazing son, and I was running the family bar.
But all that changed the day she walked in.
She was gorgeous and funny all wrapped into one.
It was temporary, we both knew that.
She's a city girl. I'm a cowboy.
But I fell in love with her and let her go all at the same time.
Now she's back and pregnant with my baby.
It's time to show her she was meant for me.
1
ZARA
The car stops, and I look out the window to see the group of women all huddled in front of the glass window. “This is it,” my mother says from beside me. “Are you ready?” I look over at her, seeing her eyes mimicking mine. The same color and shape, the rest she says is all my father, but I’m a clear mix of them both.
“I don’t think anyone is ready for that.” I point over at the women who have now turned their attention toward the black Town Car that picked us up some thirty minutes ago. I think the squealing is heard on the moon, and the door is opened by one of them.
“Zara.” My cousin and best friend Zoey sticks her head into the car. “It’s time,” she sings like she’s Mariah Carey right before her Christmas song drops after Halloween, except she sounds like cats howling in heat. Her smile fills her whole face. “Also, why is it so fucking cold in New York?”
I roll my eyes at her and get out of the car. “Don’t pretend you didn’t live here all your life just because you live in LA now.” I look at my Aunt Zara, who I’m named after, with tears in her eyes. “No tears.” I point at her, trying to be stern. “We went over this. That’s the rule.” Before I agreed to let all of them come dress shopping with me, I had two rules. Rule number one was no crying. Rule number two was that we keep our opinions to ourselves until after I say how I feel. I know I’m going to have to reel them in with rule number two since everyone is so opinionated, but I figured I would at least try.
“I know, I know.” She holds up her hands. “But I didn’t get to do this with Zoey since she eloped and took it away from me. Ripped it out of my hands.” She puts her hand to her chest as if someone inflicted her with pain.
“Wow, and we wonder where the dramatics come from in the family,” I mumble as I’m pushed aside by my mother, who gets out of the car.
“Can we please get inside?” my sister-in-law, Sofia, whines, holding her jacket closed at the chest. “It’s arctic.” She smiles at me as she shivers. She really hates the cold since she grew up in the South.
“That’s a great idea,” my Aunt Allison chimes in, walking toward the glass door and pulling it open. I watch the women form a line walking into the door. I stand here for a second on the sidewalk, staring at the glass window with two wedding dresses on headless mannequins. One is a ball gown and the other is formfitting. White flowers drape from both sides of the window, making it seem even more bridal.
An arm slips into mine, and I look over to see Zoey. “This is going to be so amazing.”