“Papa Roy, can we start on the greenhouse, please?” she asked.
“Of course,” Roy said. Then, turning his attention to Stuart, Clyde, and Evan, he added, as polite as ever, “If you gentlemen will excuse me.”
Roy and Chantelle busied themselves with unloading the pickup of all the items they’d purchased.
“Let me give you the tour,” Daniel said to his friends.
He led them past Emily and into the B&B.
She watched them go, still stunned, still unable to reconcile Daniel with these three burly men. She turned to follow them inside, in time to see Amy and Jayne walking down the staircase.
Stuart whistled at the two women and Emily grimaced. Neither of her friends was the type to let that kind of thing fly. Not even Jayne, who usually loved male attention. Terrified it was all about to kick off, Emily rushed in to intervene in advance.
“Amy, Jayne,” she called out. “Did you settle into your rooms okay?”
Amy flicked her narrowed eyes away from Stuart and to her friend. “Yes. Thanks, Em. But we have to get to work. There are tons of errands to run.”
“Really?” Emily said with a groan. She felt like all she’d been doing for weeks was planning the wedding. Could there really be that much more to do? But on the other hand, leaving the inn was probably a good idea. The least amount of time spent with Daniel’s friends the better. “Okay,” she accepted. “Let’s get out of here.”
She rushed her friends out the door before Daniel had a chance to introduce his friends. Out the corner of her eye she caught sight of his expression. He seemed annoyed by her behavior, by her rudeness at not allowing everyone to become acquainted. But she couldn’t help it. If he’d prepared her in some way maybe it would have been different. At the very least she could have told him to make sure they didn’t catcall her friends, and warn her friends to expect some rube-like behavior. But just like always, Daniel had kept her in the dark about some of the more unsavory elements of his past. And once again, the blank spaces of his past niggled at her, making her doubt the very foundation their relationship stood upon.
*
Emily and her friends drove to the next town over in order to go to a perfume boutique that Amy had been wanting to visit for years.
“They make the fragrance specifically for you,” Amy explained as she drove. “A bespoke scent for a unique lady.”
“Sounds…” Emily paused. She’d wanted to say unnecessary but caught herself at the last second. Instead she finished with a meek and unconvincing, “…fun.”
“Everyone’s doing it these days,” Jayne added from the back seat. “It would be simply uncouth not to.”
Clearly excited by the trip, Amy parked and then steered Emily by the shoulders into the store, bouncing with every step.
The lady at the counter greeted them with a warm smile. Emily was grateful when Amy took the lead. She didn’t much feel like interacting. Her mind was still stuck on Daniel’s friends.
“Here,” Amy said, shoving a smelling strip under Emily’s nose. “What do you think? Blood orange.”
Emily crinkled her nose. “I don’t think that’s very me.”
“No, I suppose not,” Amy said. She bent her head down and began looking through the other options of smells.
“You seem distracted,” Jayne said to Emily.
“Sorry,” Emily replied. “I’m just… thinking.”
“Not about fragrances, I assume,” Jayne asked. “Come on, Em. You know you can tell me anything.”
Emily shook her head. “I don’t want to say. I don’t want to sound like a bitch.”
Jayne gave her a look. “Honestly, this is me you’re talking to. I’m the Queen Bitch. I doubt anything you could say would even come close to sounding bitchy to my ears.”
Just then, Amy rushed over and grabbed Emily’s arms. She dabbed some perfume onto her wrist.
“Smell!” she exclaimed with excitement.
Emily sniffed. The fragrance was fresh and floral. “That’s much better,” she said.
Amy grinned. “Okay. I’ve got it. I’ve got the perfect smell to complement this.” She rushed away again and bowed heads with the girl behind the counter as they sifted excitedly through the samples.
“So?” Jayne pressed Emily. She clearly wasn’t going to let her drop it.
Emily sighed loudly. “It’s just those guys at the inn.”
“The boars who looked like they hadn’t showered in a week?”
“Yup, those ones,” Emily replied. She bit her lip. “Well, they’re Daniel’s friends. His best men.”
“Oh dear God!” Jayne exclaimed with a theatrical gasp. “They’re going to be in the photos?”
Emily felt her cheeks burn. Jayne’s horrified response was making her feel worse.
“It’s just the way that he keeps these things about his past from me,” Emily explained. “Like I would never have imagined in a million years that his best friends would be like that.”
“Me neither,” Jayne replied. “I thought he’d have some hunky lumberjack types.”
Emily sank her head into her hands. “I wish I’d have let him ask his boss now,” she replied glumly. “I’d prefer paint-stained hands over those three any day.”
Amy came over with another scent stick, a look of concentration on her face. Without even speaking she grabbed Emily’s arm and dabbed the new scent inside her wrist, on top of the first one. Amy sniffed. Frowned. Sniffed again. Then grinned.
“I think I’ve got it,” she said.
Emily sniffed. “Yeah, that’s nice,” she replied in a lackluster voice.
“You don’t like it?” Amy asked.
“It’s not that,” Jayne interrupted. “Emily met the groomsmen today.”
Amy raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Daniel’s elusive friends?”
Jayne grabbed Amy’s arm. “You’ll never guess. It was those three in the foyer!”
Amy’s eyes widened. “The ones I almost unleashed all hell upon?”
“The very same.”
Amy looked at Emily then. “Oh, babe. I’m sorry.”
Emily cringed again. Daniel’s friends were oafs, but she was revealing a very nasty side of both her and her friends’ personalities. She knew they were being judgmental and petty. But she couldn’t help it.