CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Sandy wasn’t sure what to make of Aden. Ever since she flew down the stairs from Val’s apartment, he had this weird smile on his face. He was so awkward and odd that she was sure she’d offended him. He just held her hand like a prom date.
But she didn’t dare ask him in front of Sam.
Tucked into the blue dress, she was cinched, bolstered, pressed, and made up to where she looked like … a movie star. She was even wearing a pair of Valerie’s Christian Louboutin black pumps. Her toes stretched into the toilet paper Valerie had stuffed into the toes. As long as she didn’t have to pee or sneeze, she was in good shape.
Yep, Sandy was prettified.
And Aden was weird.
They dropped Sam in front of the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception on Colfax. The limo driver turned onto Logan Street before Sandy said something.
“You are acting very strange,” Sandy said.
Aden pressed the back of her hand to his pants.
“Oh,” Sandy said.
“I’m a little uncomfortable,” Aden replied. “No blood flow to the brain.”
The limo driver pulled over on Logan Street to let them out.
“I’m not wearing underwear.” The driver opened the door for her and she scooted out of the limo. Under her breath, she said, “Can’t have panty lines.”
“Now, that’s just unfair,” Aden said.
Sandy giggled. Aden followed her out of the limo. Kissing her on the sidewalk, his hands moved to check the underwear promise. She grabbed his hands.
“You’re very beautiful.”
She smiled. Hearing the music for the wedding, they hurried down the sidewalk and up the stairs into the Cathedral where Trevor’s wedding was about to start.
The retelling of Denver Cereal, Volume 1, continues tomorrow…
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