Breakfast

Downstairs for breakfast

You need to eat something, you both dry, throw on clean clothes (all the clothing Paul picked out is tight athletic wear) and head downstairs for breakfast.

You’re both the last two downstairs and everyone can barely hide their smiles at the sight of Paul and you. Paul drifts over to other family friends, when Marcia, his mom, catches your eye. You go to her. She is so happy, It’s her daughter’s wedding day and her son has brought home the nicest girl. She beams at you when she asks, “Erin, did you have fun at the bachelorette party?”

“Oh absolutely, everyone was so nice.” You politely reply.

“Good sweetheart, enjoy your breakfast, we’re getting hair and makeup done in about an hour. The stylist should be here by 9:30.”

“Thank you Marcia, you’ve been so kind to me, I really appreciate it. Thank you for including me.”

She looks genuinely touched and gives you a warm hug.

You catch Paul watching the whole scene and he is smiling ear to ear. He winks at you and your heart melts.