Lycia
“It’s time.” Keisha pulled me away from Logan as everyone laughed, so I could change clothes to leave on our honeymoon. Upstairs, I dressed in a tea-length white satin dress, off the shoulder, that crossed in the front and flared out slightly from the hips. It was comfortable but still looked dressy.
“Don’t worry about a thing,” Keisha said, following me down the stairs with my suitcase. “I packed your suitcase and included everything you’ll need.”
That was what I was afraid of. Hard telling what she had packed. “Thank you, but I wish you would have let me pack—”
“Nonsense!” she cut me off. “Everything in here is new. There’s nothing you have worn before. Your honeymoon should be special.”
“Do you know where Logan’s taking me?” We were leaving to hop on a plane, and I still didn’t have a clue where we were going.
“Yes, I do, but I’m not telling you.” She smiled mischievously.
“That’s not fair!” I whined, sounding like a child, even to my own ears.