Page 21 of The Impossible

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me, hoe.”

I laughed and explained my night to my sister, hearing her squeal with every moment until it sounded like she was damn near cheering on the other line. “That’s a good man, Savannah. That’s a good man,” She chanted while I cracked up laughing.

“I cannot stand you.” I pulled the clothes from the bag ,noting everything was my size. I was thrown for a loop because how did this man know my size when I wore a dress last night.

“Yeah, right. You love me. Now I have to figure out how I’m getting to your wedding without having to deal with your folks.”

“We’ll figure it out, even if I have to have you front and center via FaceTime.”

“Nope, I wanna be there. You’re my only sister and you’re getting married. You know I don’t claim your daddy’s son.”

I laughed. “Oh, I know. Anyways, I’ll call you soon. Let me get myself together and go eat. I have a whole wedding to plan and I gotta find some secret doorways to get your ass here.”

She laughed. “Bye, heffa.”

As soon as we hung up, my phone rang. I thought it was her calling back, but to my shock, it was Hondo.

“I definitely didn’t expect to wake up in bed alone.”

He chuckled. “You should have. Had I stayed in that bed with you, I wouldn’t be getting any work done and my mother would be cursing mine and your names.”

I laughed lightly, moving toward the master bathroom. “She's probably cursing mine right now. Why didn’t you tell me I was seeing her this morning?”

He laughed more, which made me smile. Hearing and seeing him laugh was strange because he had this natural mug.

“Yo, you're fine. When you get there is when you get there. I told her we had a late night.”

My hand went to my mouth at the thought of our night. “You didn’t.”

“I gotta handle something, baby girl. Get dressed, eat, and get over there. I’ll see you tonight. Shawn will bring you back to the house when you're done.”

“And what if I had plans in the city, which I do.” I thought about the fact that I needed to run by the sanctuary and see Zar.

“Handle that and see me tonight.”

“Okay.”

As soon as we hung up I turned on the shower and went back to the room. Once I had all I needed, I took a shower and got dressed. The entire time I prepared for my day, I thought about last night. I didn’t know what I expected, but the way he handled me was not it at all. It was like all he didn’t say came out through his actions… Shit he poured out… over and over again.

I dressed simply for the day, a white button up and a pair of light jeans. After the wedding duties with Mrs. Carter, I planned to go to the city for my visit with Zar. Even though I was forced to be off, I refused to mess up my routine with Zar. He was still a cub and needed his routine to stay the same. Though my whole life was changing, there were some things I aimed to keep.

“You do know this is your wedding, dear. I’m just helping you source things,” Mrs. Carter said. I had been here for several hours and she absolutely hated it when I called her Mrs. Carter. It was all by mistake though, my attempt at being polite with manners.

I smiled and nodded before reaching for the tea she’d made for the day. “Yes, I know. This is just all so new to and for me. Plus, you have good ideas and you’ve done this before, so I trust your eyes.”

She returned a smile in my direction. “Just let me know if I’m taking over. I will step back.”

“No, you’re doing what I know my mother would have done, so I am so grateful for everything you’re doing.”

She reached out and touched my shoulder. “Anytime, sweetheart. So now that we’ve agreed this wedding will take place in the ballroom at dusk. We’ll have the perfect amount of lights to make it pop. Now, my favorite part of every wedding. We must discuss your dress. You have a beautiful shape, so what were you thinking?”

“Um something chic, but elegant. A lace mermaid silhouette with sleeves.”

“A mermaid would complement you perfectly. I have a few dressmakers in my book, so let me go get that and you sit here and go through this book of flowers. Those, I am not choosing for you.” She was on her feet seconds later, extending the book of flowers toward me.

I accepted it and sat back in the chair, about to look through it when my phone rang. When I glanced down, I saw an incoming call from my father. Instead of allowing it to roll over to voicemail like I wanted, I answered. I hadn’t taken his calls since the day of the engagement, then the last time we spoke, I called him, asking why he or my grandfather had put in for a vacation I didn’t request. He didn’t have a definitive answer but said my grandfather thought it would be a good idea since I should be spending my time preparing for my nuptials. I was pissed and hung up the phone. When I was younger, I used to think my father was this big man who made decisions, but now I saw he made no decisions. He was my grandfather’s yes man. He did what he was told and made excuses for his father, regardless of how messed up the decision was.