“I can do your makeup,” I said quietly.
I might’ve chosen to look like a drag queen up until a few weeks ago, but I knew my way around a makeup bag. I had a steady hand and was very good at dramatic eyeliner and contouring.
Plus, my eyeshadow game was a killer.
Trinity gave me a scandalous look. “Hard pass.”
“Don’t upset your sister, Nessy. She is stressed as it is. Just go bring the triangle sandwiches.” Mom waved me off.
“I think you should let Nessy do your makeup, Trinity,” Gabriella said gently, putting her hand on her best friend’s shoulder. “She’s our best shot. We won’t be able to find anyone semi-professional at such a short notice.”
“She’s only going to ruin it,” Trinity moaned. “That’s her go-to. You know that as well as I do, Gabriella.”
I wanted to get up and leave. Not only the room, but the town. The state. The country.
The dislike I felt for and from the women in my life was so intense, so out of control, I could hardly breathe.
“You have to be practical,” Mom cooed at Trinity. “Maybe Gabriella’s right. There’s no other choice.”
“I’m still mad at her,” Trinity pouted.
I smiled cordially, suddenly completely and utterly exhausted from her casual bullying, “Guess what? I’m mad at you, too. So why don’t you shove your spoiled tantrum up your ASS and find someone else to try to make your UGLY beautiful, because lemme tell you, baby sister, this one’s going to be a challenge.”
Everyone in the room stared at me with shock.
Yup. I went there.
I cursed.
Trinity was the first to recover. Her mouth turned into an O-shaped, silent scream.
“See? She just called me ugly on my wedding day.”
I turned around, opened the door, and ran out, taking the stairs two at a time. Mom bolted after me like lightning.
“Tennessee Lilybeth Turner! Do you really think it’s the right time to pick a fight with your sister?”
“Yes,” I said calmly, grabbing my purse and heading for the door. “She’s surrounded by all her fans—she’s got nothing but support from you all.”
I was already dressed in my lavender bridesmaid outfit, but was seriously contemplating making a stop back at home and changing into an all-black outfit. After all, this was going to be the funeral for Wyatt Costello’s happiness.
Mom continued following me to the door. “Look, I know she is a little overwhelmed…”
I turned around sharply, raising my palm up to stop her from talking.
“No, she is not. She is a complete and utter bitch to me, and so are you. My entire life, I tried to pacify you. You worked me to the bone to get this wedding to be exactly what she wanted it to be. She didn’t even invite me to her bachelorette party and pretty much assaulted me into breaking up with the only man I ever truly cared about.”
“Honey…”
“And not only that,” I raised my voice, hoping Trinity was able to hear, “but when Mrs. Holland accused me of trying to kill her daughter, you simply took her word for it. It took Gabriella to come to you personally and tell you that it wasn’t true, and even then, you didn’t have it in you to pick up the phone and apologize for your behavior. Yet, you knew I would show up here today. Do my part. Support you unconditionally. I’m done. Done with you. Done with Trinity. Done with this entire family. You’re not worth my love, my compassion, my everlasting loyalty. You are not worth all the things I freely give to you, because you don’t return even an ounce of it back.”
“Nessy, wait!” Mom cried.
I didn’t listen.
I got out, making my way to my car. Driving away from the place that made me feel so weak, so inadequate, I felt a weird sense of calm wash over me.
Finally, I was taking charge of my life.
No more Messy Nessy.
No one was going to put me down anymore.
It took a lot from me not to go back home and change my outfit, but ultimately, I didn’t want to cause an even bigger scene by showing up looking like someone’s widow.
Karma’d already got my sister nice and hard by denying her the makeup artist she was counting on.
I showed up at the church early and noticed Bear, Cruz, and Rob standing on the front lawn in their tuxes, laughing about something.
When Bear noticed me, he waved for me to come over. I couldn’t exactly turn around and flee, even if that’s what I wanted to do, so I marched along toward them.
With each step I took, the knots in my stomach became tighter and more painful. Seeing Cruz so dashing, so gorgeous, made the weight of our breakup press against my sternum.