Now, what I was doing COULD be compared to a High School prank, only done with a lot more style. But dammit, I had to get some back! They’d hung the horns on me for 8 months before blindsiding me with the Divorce papers. Granted, she had been VERY conciliatory in the Divorce, and I was left with just a broken heart. However, that broken heart was going to cost them.
I kept Kat apprised of what was going on, and she laughed hard when I told her that “Operation: Mud Flap” was a go.
The Invitation included the Reception, which was where the real entertainment would begin. The morning of the wedding, Kat and I showered simultaneously, and no, we didn’t shower together. Although, in the past several months, we had grown closer. We were, however, still gun shy about relationships, and I for one was worried about ruining our friendship by taking it to the next level. I’m just glad that she had those tank-less water heaters installed.
When I was dressed in my Armani suit, I waited in the living room until Kat was ready.
“Well, am I presentable?” She asked as I was watching a UCLA Football game. I turned to look at her, and my jaw hit the floor.
Before me was a vision of loveliness that would be difficult to describe. But I’ll try anyway. Kat was wearing an emerald green dress that hugged her curves like a glove. The shimmery material clung to her as if it was in love with her body, and didn’t want to be separated from it. Her hair was done in a shoulder length style that framed her lovely face perfectly. Her full luscious lips were painted a sultry red, and her green eye shadow complemented her dress perfectly. She wore 1 inch pumps, which put her at the exact same height as me. Her toned calves were on display, and the 1 inchers showed them off perfectly. Her generous bust was barely restrained by the top of her dress, and as she twirled around, I was given a glimpse of her caramel colored back. Good God!
“You look amazing.” I said when I was finally able to form coherent words.
She grinned a perfect smile. “Thanks, Mac. You look pretty damn fine, yourself.”
I blushed at that one. “Thanks, Kat.” I said as we headed out the door.
We drove to the church. Ironically enough, Billy Idol’s “White Wedding” was playing on the radio. As Bullitt pulled into the parking lot, people turned and stared as the big V-8 announced our arrival. Every guest there besides us was Upper Crust Old Money. Ok, this was going to be even more fun than I’d anticipated!
We showed our invitations to the bouncer at the door. Ok, “bouncer” might be too generous of a term. He looked to be one of Reggie boy’s NoNeck security goons that accompanied him to public events. It seems that the Penningtons have made some enemies over the years with their business practices, thereby making the NoNecks necessary. That didn’t surprise me in the least. Reggie boy’s family is of the school of “Do Unto Others Before They Do It To You.” Their version of The Golden Rule. Or it could be “He Who Hath The Gold, Maketh The Rules.”