Drunk Dial Read Online Penelope Ward

Categories Genre: Chick Lit, Drama, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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Marjorie looked alarmed when she noticed me starting to cry. I didn’t even know what exactly had prompted it because the thoughts in my mind had been constantly changing by the minute.

“Rana, what’s wrong?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Do you want me to get Landon?”

“I really shouldn’t see him. It’s bad luck, right?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that’s a bunch of malarkey.”

The truth was, I really did want to see him. We were running early with an hour to go until the ceremony. That seemed like forever to have to wait, especially in this state of mind. He was truly the only person on Earth who could ever make me feel better with merely his presence.

“You’re going to ruin your makeup,” she said.

“I think I already have.”

“Let me go get you a tissue.”

Rather than Marjorie returning, I heard Landon’s voice behind the door.

“My mom told me you need me. I’m coming in.”

“Wait. Are you sure you want to see me?”

“There’s nothing more in the world I want.” He didn’t wait for permission when he opened the door.

Landon stood there, taking me in. “Wow.”

I stood up, looking down at the skirt of my gown. “You like it?”

“Rana, you’ve had many looks that worked for me over the years, but you truly look like a Bohemian princess right now. So freaking beautiful, baby.”

Tugging at his silk tie, I said, “You look so handsome in this vest.”

He noticed my tears. “Don’t cry.”

I sniffled. “It really hit me today that all I have for sure in this life are you and my father. I’m just feeling really emotional, especially when I think about Lilith.”

“I knew you would be. I know you want her here more than anything.”

“I do. I hate that it’s taking away from the happiness of this day.”

“You can’t help it. I’ve been thinking about her, too, and even Beverly more than usual today. I think it’s normal to think about the people we love who are missing from our lives when something happy is about to happen. It’s in our nature to feel undeserving of joy when there are unresolved feelings of sadness or guilt within us.”

“I’d just hoped she’d come around by now.”

“I know. To be honest, I really did, too.” He wiped a tear from my cheek and tried to brighten the mood. “Can we talk about how amazing you look?”

“My makeup is runny.”

“We’ll fix it.”

“You’re gonna fix it? My makeup lady is long gone.”

“Sure, I can do it. Sit down.”

I did as he said. Landon then sat down in front of me and twisted the end of a tissue that he’d had in his pocket to dab the sides of my eyes. He was wearing a white shirt beneath the champagne-colored vest and had his sleeves rolled up.

“Where’s your eye stuff?”

I grabbed the makeup bag and took out the mascara and liner. “Here.”

“Close your eyes.”

I breathed in and out, trying to calm down as he reapplied my liquid liner. I really could’ve done it myself, but honestly watching his tattooed arm moving across me as he did up my eyes—this was just too amusing to stop.

“Who needs a bridesmaid when I have you?”

“Too bad we couldn’t call Lana. I bet she’d know how to do your makeup.”

I snorted. “You’re gonna make me cry tears of laughter. You’ll have to do me all over again.”

“I like the sound of that.” He placed the cap back on the liner. “There. How’s that?”

I turned to look at myself. He’d done a pretty damn good job. Add “using the groom as a makeup artist” to the list of unconventional things about this wedding.

Smiling at him from behind me in the mirror, I said, “You make everything better. I may have really gotten gypped in the mother department, but I got the best husband in the world.”

“I love the sound of you calling me your husband, and I’d kiss the shit out of you right now if I didn’t care about messing you all up again.” He flipped me around and said, “Fuck it” before planting a big kiss on my lips.

Landon and I stayed in the room alone together for the rest of the hour. He had to keep fixing my makeup because either I was crying, laughing, or he was kissing me again.

Finally, there was a knock at the door.

Marjorie stuck her head in. “The priest is saying it’s time.”

He took my hand. “Are you ready?”

Nodding, I said, “When I walk down the aisle, try to pretend like you’re seeing me for the first time.”

“Pretend I didn’t just do your makeup? I bet I’m the only groom who can say that.”

“You probably are.”

He kissed me lightly on the lips, so as to really not mess up my lipstick this time. “I love you, Rana.”

“I love you more.”

Hand in hand, we entered the foyer of the cathedral, and for a quick moment I thought I might be seeing things.


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