The next couple days were a flurry of last-minute arrangements and obstacles. Julie had a minor nervous breakdown because she accidentally stepped on the front of her dress during her fitting and put a small tear in it. She wouldn’t calm down for an hour, despite everyone assuring her it would be okay. Blake stepped in with a calming neck and scalp massage while Travis held her hand.
“I don’t care if we get married in matching burlap sacks,” he said. “So long as I get to spend the rest of my life with you, I’ll be the happiest man alive.”
Blake couldn’t hold back a quiet, “Awww.” His surly cousin had grown quite the soft side. When they were in school, their classmates teased them both for not having girlfriends, going as far as suggesting they were secretly hot for each other. Travis ha
