Practice Makes Perfect →
Abigail was more nervous than she would care to admit about the rehearsal dinner. She wasn’t worried about her faux-beau, he’d made a good first impression on her parents from what she could tell, and that took the pressure off them for the rest of the weekend. Now that those introductions were out of the way, they could focus on the bride and groom and hopefully she and Britt could fall back into the shadows and out of the limelight.
She was already furious with her mother, for not arranging the hotel as she had asked her to. No, instead she’d decided that her and Britt didn’t need a hotel for the whole weekend, and could stay with them the night of the rehearsal dinner instead. Not something that Abi had planned for, considering she’d already called ahead to the hotel to make it two rooms, not one. She was going to have to do some serious making up to Britt when they got back to Chicago for this, he didn’t sign on to sleep in her childhood bedroom with her.
“Britt, you ready?” She asked, smoothing down the front of her dress in the mirror. It was a much brighter colour than she would have wanted, but when the bride wants to pick out your dress for the dinner, you let her. “Nudge me if I start asking lots of questions about the dinner please. I need to remember I’m the little sister here, and not the planner.” She added with a laugh. She hoped this would go smoothly, for all of their sakes.
For the most part Britt thought things were going good. Or basically as good as they could considering the undertaking of fake dating he and Abigail were currently tackling. Her dad hadn’t shaken his hand too hard and her mom had even gone in for hug so Britt was counting the whole meet the parents thing as wins. What was still sitting on the fence when it came to W’s and L’s though was the fact that apparently they were bunking up in Abigail’s childhood room for the night instead of the hotel (and the separate rooms).
It wasn’t so much that the sleeping accommodations worried Britt too much. He could pretty much sleep anywhere once his head hit a pillow, but he didn’t want Abigail to be uncomfortable. He didn’t want any added stress on top of the make believe of the rest of the weekend. But Britt figured they’d cross that bridge later on in the night whenever they returned to the home, and until then he’d do his best to be a great fake boyfriend and real supportive friend for Abigail.
After taking one last glance at the way the slight curl of his hair fell, Britt nodded to himself and reentered Abigail’s room. He was in fresh pressed button down tucked into a pair of dress pants. Britt opted for neutral colors, nothing that wouldn’t match with what Abigail wore, and even though he had brought a couple tie options, figured he’d leave that formality for the ceremony.
“Yeah, I’m good to go,” Britt answered, and then really took in view before him. Abigail was still standing at the mirror, and he caught her eyes and smiled wide. “You look really pretty. Like I know everyone’s supposed to be looking at the bride tonight but like...wow.” And when Britt realized he was still sort of staring after another moment, he shook his head, as if to force his eyes to refocus on something new. “And you can totally whisper to me about how you would have done things differently. Like I bet that’s something hard to shut off when you go to events and stuff.”