Just Married (More than Friends) by Jenna Bayley-Burke Read Free Book Online Page A

yourself. He had it made to be worn with your dress.”
    Miranda stepped to the box and peeled back layers of tissue paper. Scottish crest pins for clan Rose and clan Kerr sat atop a silken tartan in the pale red, soft blue, and green pattern of clan Rose. A sigh escaped her as she pressed her hand to her racing heart. For a man who didn’t believe in love, he was damned romantic.
    She took the crest pins in each hand and recalled the first time he’d taken her to the Highland Games. Between his turn at the Scottish hammer throw and the kilted mile, he’d showed her the clan gathering where she’d spent hours soaking up the history of her father’s people. While she was enthralled by pictures of the Scottish countryside, Cal had snuck away. He returned with her first Rose crest, on a key chain, and a scarf in the Rose tartan.
    Cal had given her so much that day, far beyond the gifts. Somehow listening to stories reminded her of more than her father’s accent, of the way she’d felt when he’d tell her bedtime stories of warriors and castles, villages and air so crisp you could smell the magic. The pins were the perfect way to pay homage to her father, and his.
    She held the pins out to Tonya. “Do you think we could somehow pin these to the ribbon wrapping the bouquet?”
    “I can make that happen.” Tonya took the pins and the bouquet of colored roses and went to work.
    Miranda turned her attention back to the silken tartan inside the box. She lifted the fabric and shook it out, noticing it had a layer of white silk that matched its length. “Do you have any idea what this is supposed to be? It’s not a sash.”
    “Oh.” She held up the newly adorned bouquet. “I’m sorry I didn’t explain. Is this what you had in mind for the bouquet?”
    “Even better.”
    “Good, good.” Tonya reset the bouquet in the vase on the vanity. “Mr. Kerr had a train made to complement your dress and make it more formal.” She took the fabric from the other end, showing the white beaded edging and a sparkling emerald brooch that fastened it together. “It can also be worn as a cape, so you’ll be able to use it again.”
    Maybe she should have looked at the wedding ring, because if it were anywhere near as audacious as the brooch, she’d never be comfortable wearing it. Tonya swung the fabric around her, securing it with the brooch on her left hip.
    “Do you love it?” Tonya pressed her hands together, her pale eyes shining with hope. No doubt that to her, Cal was the most romantic, thoughtful groom in the world.
    Mira glanced at the mirror, and did a double take. She smoothed her hands over the white silk that perfectly matched her dress. With every move, the colorful tartan peeked out from underneath. Her simple white dress had gone from modern to matrimonial in the click of a clasp. “I look positively bridal.”
    “It is the day for it. Any last-minute touches I can help with? Old, new, borrowed, blue, and all that?”
    “The dress is old, the train is new, the shoes are borrowed and blue.” She glanced down at Molly’s bright blue heels. Her poor friend’s feet couldn’t squeeze into them, so Miranda had traded her for a pair of ballet flats.
    Tonya checked her watch. “Two minutes to show time. Any questions about the plan?”
    “You handled what we talked about before?” Cal’s reaction was probably the only thing that would make her smile during this business transaction of a ceremony.
    “Wedding plan B is fully operational.”
    Miranda let herself smile and collected the bouquet of brightly colored roses. She’d do this for Cal, to give him what he needed the way he’d done for her all those years ago. She’d help him the way he’d helped her. She just had to be sure never to let him know she’d loved him then, or now.

    Callum Kerr stepped into the wedding chapel, a wave of guilt nearly knocking him to his knees. And in this kilt, that would not be a good look. His friends all turned to spy