I often wondered about this part of the tradition. Something Borrowed...for luck? Anyone have any ideas? I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR IT!
Your nibble: (copyright 2011, Desiree Holt)
Somehow she managed to get through dinner, unexpectedly enjoying herself despite the tension running through her. She was so pleased that so many of their friends and relatives were able to come from out of town and to join them. And if she wanted a distraction, watching her mother and Scott was plenty of entertainment. Her mother was still a young, vibrant, desirable woman. Zoe knew she and Scott were attracted to each other and she hoped they wouldn’t let the age difference keep them from following through on it.
Finally the dinner was at an end. People came by to wish her and Brad well and tell them they’d see them the next day at the wedding.
“You go straight up to your suite, honey,” Raine told her when nearly everyone had left. “I’ll see you first thing in the morning tomorrow around noon with coffee and we’ll get ready for the big event.”
“You have fun tonight,” Zoe whispered to her.
“We’ll see.” Raine hugged her. “See you in the morning.”
“You know tradition says we’re not supposed to see each other tonight,” Brad said when they were in the elevator riding up to their floor.
“I know.” She slipped her hand into his. “But we’re not exactly traditionalists, are we?”
And maybe not in some other things. A little spice in their vanilla.
“Not in this. Come on.”
He led her to the door of his suite, slid his key card into the slot and pushed the door open. As soon as they were inside Brad tossed the card onto a table and stripped off his jacket and tie.