Secret Regrets (Living For Today #2) by Megan C. Smith Read Free Book Online Page A

wanted to check on my favorite roomie real quick,” he replied, waving a hand at the room service cart as he looked over her shoulder at me.
    I felt my face flush when his eyes met mine.
    “Well, you can see her at the reception. Go spend some quality time with Bryant and Grant,” she chided, shoving him out of the threshold and shutting the door. Before she could twirl back around, another knock sounded at the door.
    “What?” Leslie demanded as she slung the door open.
    “It’s time to get ready, dear,” Leslie’s mom announced, stepping into the room already dressed and ready to go.
    Leslie quickly hugged her mom before locking arms with me to go get in her big poufy wedding dress. Although she loved her parents unconditionally, she was accustomed to it just being her and me. She’d insisted I would be the one to help her through the milestones of life.
    Leslie had a go-big-go-home personality, and her dress fit her personality precisely. Once we had it pulled up, I began buttoning the hundred-plus buttons on the back, cursing her for not going with one that tied or zipped. Just as my fingers went numb, I buttoned the last one, and Leslie twirled around, letting the dress billow out as she spun. She was a princess if I ever I’d seen one. The hand embroidery on the corset top and layers and layers of tulle that created a huge skirt was exquisite, and my smile overtook my face as I once again dabbed away stray tears. Slipping on her garter and heels, she was ready to go marry the man of her dreams.
     

     
    A S I WALKED UP the aisle, I felt a pair of eyes on me. A blush creeped up my cheeks when my eyes met my partner’s, the ones I wanted to look into for the rest of my life. A pair of chocolate eyes that saw straight to my heart and soul, owning me. Returning a smile, I made my way up rest of the aisle, dreaming of the day it would be Bryant and me saying our vows to one another.
    When I reached the front of the church, the bridal march began playing, and Leslie glided down the aisle toward Grant. She looked so calm and at peace with it all. My high-strung friend was settling down, and I couldn’t be happier for them. As they promised each other forever, my eyes teared up, and I looked across the way to find Bryant. He was wiping under his eye and smirked at me when he’d apparently realized I’d caught him crying at his best friend’s wedding.
    “I love you,” he mouthed to me as Leslie and Grant sealed their fate with a kiss.
    Applause broke out in the ballroom as the priest presented Mr. and Mrs. Grant Archer. I linked my arm with Bryant’s to exit the ceremony area, feeling so overjoyed for our best friends.
    Bryant leaned down and kissed me behind my ear quickly. He whispered, “That will be us very soon. I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Matthews.”
    The photographer snapped photos like paparazzi as we were assembled in different groups. Finally, after what felt like hours of flashing lights and clicking shutters, we were able to head to the reception and start the party. Leslie had bedazzled the ballroom into a glittery confection. It sparkled and caught the light and made me feel like I was living inside a diamond. It was the epitome of Leslie, flashy and glitzy.
    As she and Grant danced their first dance as man and wife, Bryant pulled me into his hips, my back to his front, and swayed our bodies together as one until we were called to join them on the dance floor. His hands resting on my hips heated the skin beneath the thin satin dress I was wearing, and his breath warmed my neck. He pulled back and twirled me slowly, and I smiled as I spun under his arm, feeling more carefree and at peace than I had in quite a while.
    After taking our seats, Bryant and I turned to where we could see out into the reception. Feeling eyes on me, I glanced up to see Jordan watching me closely, drink in hand and a forlorn expression on his face. It seemed he was so entranced, he was ignoring the women fawning over