look
and I don’t believe it, you really can.
“Babe, I just asked Ace to be in the wedding.
I’m waiting on the answer,” I say, giving Ace a look.
“Very well, I will do it IF you tell Sienna
right away. I don’t want her to feel like this was planned behind
her back and I wouldn’t want to upset her.”
“I promise! Thank you!” I give him a hug.
“Whoa, whoa. No hugging this guy, he’s a
magnet for women.” Cole pulls me away from Ace and smiles.
“Fantastic. I’m sorry, but I must get back to
my meeting.”
Oh yeah, poor Allyson. I almost forgot about
her. I look over to see her fidgeting with her hair and her dress.
Hmmm . . . Sienna better watch out for that one.
“Who’s Allyson?” Cole asks when we get in the
car.
“Trouble.” That’s the best answer I can think
of.
When I get home, Sienna is on her laptop
busily typing. Hopefully she’s in a good mood. I tell her all about
my date night, including the almost full-blown make out session,
and then I tell her about running into Ace. That grabs her
attention immediately.
“I need to tell you something but promise me
you won’t get mad at me.” I beg her as I grab her hand. She quickly
pulls away because, let’s face it, it’s never good when anyone says
that.
“You know, since Ellie and Stephy have joined
our party, we needed a few other groomsmen, so we asked Ace. Cole
thinks he’s a great guy, and we thought he would be a great
addition.” When I finish talking, I wait for Sienna to react or not
react or do something.
“Why would you do that?” she shouts at me. I
can tell she is pissed, really pissed. ”I know what you are trying
to do. I told you things are going fine with us.”
“I’m not trying to do anything,” I yell back.
“There’s nothing wrong with asking him, and I didn’t do it just
because of you.” This is partly true because we all really like
Ace. “You know I love you, but you are being really stupid about
this. Ace really wants to be with you; he is an amazing guy, and
you better get off your butt before you lose him.” Yikes. That was
harsh; I’m going to regret that later.
“Stop! Just stop! You have your own life, so
stay out of mine.” Sienna picks up her laptop and runs to her room.
She’s careful not to slam the door because one time she did and I
teased her for acting like a teenager. We laughed about it
later.
So, that didn’t go well at all, which of
course I expected. Hopefully she gets over it in time for my
shower. It’s probably not ideal to be fighting with your wedding
planner. Maybe I should Google it? What to do when fighting with
your wedding planner/best friend? Rule #1—Stay out of their love
life.
The next morning I wake up in a bad mood, and
I’m tired. Sure enough, at two o’clock in the morning, I was
regretting what I said to Sienna, and then at three o’clock I
realized that I forgot to tell her about Allyson from Scotland.
She’s already gone when I get up, and that’s probably a good thing
because even though I feel bad, I’m much too stubborn to admit it
just yet.
When I get to the salon my co-worker Caycee
is busy telling everyone about her nightmare client from the
morning. I really like Caycee; she’s a newbie, as in right out of
school. I love her enthusiasm, and it’s refreshing because many of
the other stylists I work with are completely jaded.
I’m getting ready for my first client of the
day when Caycee comes over and sits in my chair.
“Madie, have you ever just hooked up with a
client after their appointment?” she asks with a mischievous
grin.
“What do you mean? Like a regular client or a
walk-in?” I ask. Of course, I already know the answer because she’s
new and has no regular clients.
“Does it matter? It’s just that he was so
cute. Is that bad?” Hmm . . . I’m not sure if I should say anything
since I haven’t had the best of luck giving love advice in the last
twenty-four hours.
“Why are you asking me?”
“I