Breaking All The Rules (Book 1 - Second Chances Series) Read Online Free PDF

making for their wedding: “Etiquette may dictate certain rules, but this is your day. Make it what you want it to be.” My sister deserved the same pass on her white dress.
    “You look amazing.” I took her hand.
    She seemed uncertain and so tiny, even with the bulge in front of her. “I’m so glad you’re here. I couldn’t do this without you. Are you sure I don’t look too fat? Too pregnant?”
    The only way she was hiding that belly was under a garbage can, but the dress she’d chosen, an empire cut with the large voile and lace sash below the breast line with a free flowing skirt, was a good start. “You look beautiful and since we’re only a little over a week out, you don’t have to worry about out growing it.”
    Janette grunted a bit. “I guess not. I just want everything to be perfect. It’s bad enough daddy isn’t here to walk me down the aisle. I don’t want anything else making me sad.”
    I nodded. I understood exactly what she meant. I’d thought about it myself on many occasions as I instructed a father to cup the elbow of his daughter and take that long walk to hand her off to her future husband. I’d wondered who would do that for me. 
    “Now that we’re on that subject who is it that has the honor of giving you away?”
    Janette walked across the room and reached into a tissue box to remove one. “Uncle Murray.” She dabbed at the moisture that had pooled around her eyes. “Who else?”
    I nodded. Randolph Murray or Uncle Murray, as we called him, wasn’t our actual uncle. We didn’t have any uncles. Both our parents had been only children; hence our tiny circle of family. He was Janette’s godfather and had been our father’s best friend. He’d adored her since she was a little girl.
    “I’d better get out of this dress. I don’t want the other girls to see it.”
    She entered the dressing room just as the bell over the door to the small shop rang and in came the group of other bridesmaids. We’d already discussed the fact that we had to take something that the shop owner had on the rack. The only dress that had been picked out prior to my arrival was Janette’s and she and I had done the shopping using FaceTime on our iPhones. As for the wedding party, she insisted the girls wait for me to come to town so whatever they selected wouldn’t clash with my vision. Thankfully none of the girls were particularly small or large, so the store’s stock should be sufficient.
    Evie, the shop owner, had agreed to get started on alternations immediately so we could come back in a few days for the fittings and still have time for one more if necessary. 
    Janette wanted everyone to wear hot pink, so we selected fuchsia dresses that were on consignment from a wedding that had been cancelled this summer. Lucky for us, not so lucky for the couple I supposed. In any event, fuchsia was my sister’s favorite color and she was tickled pink that everyone was able to fit in one of the dresses. There was even a dress for the flower girl available. Terrance’s cousin would be coming in after school to try it on, but based on the size and save for a little hemming, we were certain it would fit the child.
    Janette, complaining of back pain, hugged everyone and made her exit to the car to wait for me. I stayed behind to pay for mine and the other dresses that weren’t in the last minute budgets for two of Janette’s friends. They both thanked me profusely and insisted they would pay me back, but I told them I was Janette’s family. I was standing in my dad’s place therefore I’d take care of it. As they would say in Garrison, I made a heap more money than she did.  I didn’t want her trying to take a mortgage on the house to pay for a wedding, which was what she had a mind to do. The expenses were my wedding gift to her, regardless of how I felt about whom she was marrying.
    Renea, Janette’s best friend, and I were the last in the shop. We’d agreed to a secret lunch meeting to discuss