The Wedding, Part I

The Wedding: Part I

(In Love With My Best Friend, #3)

Sheena Binkley

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Copyright © 2014 by Sheena Binkley

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Table of Contents

1.Camille

2.Camille

3. Trevor

4. Camille

5.Trevor

6. Camille

7.Camille

8.Trevor

9.Camille

10. Trevor

11.Trevor

12. Trevor

13. Camille

14. Trevor

15. Camille

16. Trevor

17. Camille

18. Trevor

19. Camille

Coming Soon: The Wedding, Part II (Tia & Charles)

Coming Soon: Unconditional Love (Britney &Jayden)

Coming Soon: Resisting Temptation (Hayley & Morgan)

Other Books by Sheena Binkley

Music Playlist

In Love With My Best Friend: Then and Now….

Acknowledgments

About the Author

To anyone who believes in the power of love…

Chapter 1: Camille

August, 1996

Camille, you better get a move on! Tia will be here any minute!

I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling at my mom yelling in the hallway. I knew Tia was on her way over. She called five minutes ago letting me know she was.

I know, Mom! I’m trying to find my sandals! I yelled back.

The two of us, along with her mom, were heading to the mall to buy new clothes for school. Since a new school year was starting soon, my parents gave me some spending money to shop. Normally, my mom would take me, but since she had a huge project for her job, she asked Mrs. Simmons if I could tag along with her and Tia. I think she really wanted her as reinforcement to see what types of outfits I would pick out so Mrs. Simmons could report back to her.

After searching through my room for a good 10 minutes, I was finally able to find my tan sandals. I slipped them on, looking at myself in the full-length mirror. I couldn’t believe in a matter of days, I would be heading to eighth grade. This time next year, I would be in ninth grade. I couldn’t believe it! I wish this year would just hurry up so I could start my journey in high school.

I looked at the green dress I was wearing, wondering why I chose such a hideous color. I hated anything green, so I didn't know why I bought it. I guess because I loved the dress so much. I spun around, letting the full skirt twirl and did another inspection of my appearance. I sighed, grabbed my purse and went downstairs. Once I got down there, I went into the kitchen and took an apple from the fruit bowl. My mom looked at me as she stuffed a couple of papers into her briefcase.

Took you long enough. What were you doing up there?

I had to make myself even more beautiful. You didn’t want me going out of the house dressed any kind of way, did you?

My mom smiled and put her glasses on. Of course not. If you did, I wouldn’t let you leave. Now, I trust you to pick out appropriate clothing for school, okay?

Of course, Mom. See you later. I love you, I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek before heading out the door.

I went towards the driveway, taking in how beautiful the day looked. The only thing that would make this day better was a breeze or two coming in. Hopefully, Tia and her mom would arrive soon because heat and I definitely did not mix.

I continued standing outside when I noticed a tan Suburban pulling into the driveway next door. I stared intensely at the vehicle, curious to see who my new neighbors were. The SUV had been coming back and forth to the house since this morning, along with moving vans and loud noises that woke me up from my peaceful sleep. Whoever it was probably wouldn’t peak my interest anyway. It was probably some older couple who I would never see because they never left the house.

I started to become impatient waiting on Tia. I stood on the heel of my sandals, rocking myself back and forth. I looked over at the house again, and my entire body stiffened. My breath was caught in my throat as I stared at the guy stepping out of the Suburban. He was absolutely gorgeous! I checked out his appearance from head to toe: ivory-colored skin that looked so smooth, jet-black hair that was wavy and looked shiny in the sunlight. And the best part – he was wearing the jersey of my favorite player from the Houston Rockets, Hakeem Olajuwon.

He looked over in my direction with a bright smile that showed his pearly white teeth. His smile alone made me melt.

He turned around and looked at an older man, which, from the similar features, I assumed was his father. He smiled at him, then walked my way. I suddenly became nervous and wiped my sweaty palms onto my dress. Hopefully, I didn’t leave any stains.

Hi, he said once he approached me.

Hi, I said shyly, wiping my hands on my dress again.

I noticed you've been staring at us from the time we pulled up to now, so I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Trevor Williams, he said, offering his hand.

I smiled and put my hand in his, giving a firm shake as I stared into his brown eyes. Even his eyes were dreamy.

Camille Anderson. I guess we’re neighbors, I replied. Then I thought that was the dumbest thing ever to say. Of course we’re neighbors; I didn’t have to remind him of that.

Yeah, I guess we are. So, do you usually stand outside and keep a watch on the neighbors?

I blushed and realized I probably had been staring at him for a long period of time. I guess I couldn’t help it.

I’m waiting on my friend and her mom. We’re heading to the mall for school shopping.

Cool, there’s a mall nearby. Well, I will definitely have to ask to tag along one day, if you’re interested.

Definitely, I thought. So where are you moving from?

Across town. My dad just got a manager’s position with Cadwell Bank, and since it’s in this area, he wanted to be closer, so here we are.

Cool. Well, welcome to the neighborhood.

Thanks. So, what school do you go to? Trevor asked.

McKinney.

That’s where I’m going. I guess it makes sense since it’s in the neighborhood. What grade are you in?

Eighth.

Same here. Maybe we’ll have some classes together, he replied.

That would be great, I said with a bright smile while looking at his jersey.

So, I see you’re a Rockets fan.

"Of course! I am from Houston, so why wouldn’t I be?"

There are a lot of people who live in Houston and like sports teams from other cities.

I guess that’s true. I know this may be a dumb question to ask, but do you like video games?

I rolled my eyes at him and smiled. Why because I’m a girl?

Well, yeah.

Don’t let the girly exterior fool you. I play them every once in awhile. In fact, I just finished playing Tekken 2 yesterday.

Really? I’m playing that game now.

Before I could say anything else, Tia’s mom pulled up. Tia stuck her head out of the passenger side window with a surprised look.

Hey, Camille. Who’s the cutie?

I blushed again, and Trevor gave a huge smile.

Tia Marie Simmons! Get your head back into the car! Mrs. Simmons yelled.

Well, I guess that’s my cue to leave. It was nice to meet you, Camille. I’m pretty sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.

Yeah. I’m counting on it.

Trevor smiled as he looked at me one last time before heading back to his house.

I let out my breath, finally able to breathe again. Hopefully, I'd get the chance to talk to him again.

Chapter 2: Camille

August 2014

I walked into my house and looked into the living room. I was exhausted from the events at work today.

After the countless meetings, training two new employees and having an altercation with a client after informing him he could not have live tigers at his event due to restrictions, I felt I deserved a glass of wine. Although I rarely drank, after the day I had, it was needed.

I looked at the picture of Trevor and me when we were 14. It was the first day of winter break, and we were in his driveway bored, so we decided to take random pictures of each other. We took one of us being silly in front of the camera. That picture brought back wonderful memories of us together, and I thought about how far we had come from being good friends to now being engaged.

A year had passed since Trevor proposed to me at my birthday party. I still became giddy every time I thought about that night. He has continued to make me happy each and every day. Now that the wedding was quickly approaching, on the 28th, all the preparations had to be finalized and in place before the big day. I didn't know what I would do if anything was left out of place.

There was a reason we choose August 28th for our wedding date. It was when Trevor and I met in my parents’ driveway almost 18 years ago. That day will always be special to both of us, so we knew it would be significant to have our wedding on that date as well.

I went to the wine rack and took out a bottle of red, setting it on the counter. As I grabbed a glass, I suddenly changed my mind, put it back and went into the refrigerator for a bottle of green tea. When I closed the refrigerator, I noticed the door opening. I immediately smiled at my fiancé walking into the kitchen. After all these years, Trevor still took my breath away. He looked extra sexy in his gray business suit, white shirt, and his gray tie half off. His short, wavy black hair was tousled a bit, probably from the day he had creating ads for a huge account for a company he never mentioned. If I didn’t know any better, he could pass for the actor Jason Thompson from my favorite soap, General Hospital. But I think Trevor is way hotter.

He walked over and gave