Homecoming Love

Your brother’s wedding should be considered a happy day, right?But for me, it’s not.In fact, I’m dreading it.Not because of my brother—or his fiancée, for that matter, I do like her—but because I know who will be there, and that’s something I’m not looking forward to.I have what people call a rotten picker—for men, that is.Every single guy I ever hooked up with or had a fling with were stupid assholes.Except one. Spencer Bailey.And he is precisely the reason why I’m not excited for my brother’s wedding.I’m definitely not ready to see him again.But to tell my brother that I won’t attend his wedding because I’m afraid to face my ex would be pathetic.Even for me.And I’m not that person. I’m not someone who runs from problems. I face them head on. Or at least, that’s what I like to think I do.Well, I guess if you’re ready for some drama, then my life is definitely the right place for you to find it.“Stop looking at me like that,” I burst to my sister, Lauren, rolling my eyes

The next morning, Lauren and I go out to pick up our maid of honor dresses. Since Alice doesn’t have a sister, she chose us both to stand up with her. Her brother will be Ryan’s best man alongside Chad. Lauren and I picked two simple, but incredibly beautiful, silk olive green dresses. After the ceremony at the church, we’ll go back to our family ranch where the reception is being held. I wasn’t so sure about it at first, but now I can see it’s actually a good idea. I know every single shortcut in there, and if I want to—or need to—I can hide or escape to the house in no time.“Aren’t you glad Alice picked a color that looks good on both of us?” Lauren asks, admiring herself in the mirror while we do our final fitting to make sure there isn’t anything to be sewed or fixed before we take them home.I admire myself too, seeing the fabric hold my curves in the right places. I do look nice in it. My chestnut-brown hair doesn’t stand out as much as Lauren’s, but I like the way it accentua