Chapter 91

Bri

After feeling absolutely ridiculous after showering and primping for men who usually saw me in cut off jean shorts, and holey, oversized band tees, and messy buns. I found myself walking towards the island's center, one booted foot after the other an ever larger growing lump in my throat. The apprehension was dismal.

Twinkling lights glittered in the trees as my orb rose up high in the clearing’s center. Beau jumped down off a table he was sitting on and stopped dead in his tracks. He wore a brown and blue plaid shirt that brought the amber in his eyes to life, his dark hair hung combed and slicked down. Wyatt had turned from the grill, his button-down black shirt rolled up past his elbows, his light blue jeans hugging those muscular thighs of his, damp hair slicked back, his irises flaming briefly to gold before receding. I swallowed.

“You came!” Beau said, as Wyatt joined us, he took my hand that was self-consciously fiddling with the skirt of my dress.

“You look stunning,” he