Chapter 15
Picture Perfect
The following weekend:
Max and Original Cindy's apartment
"Okay so are we sure I look okay?" Max asked adjusting the soft peach colored dress. It was flowy, mid-calf and softer in style than anything she'd normally wear. According to Original Cindy it was the perfect dress for a spring garden wedding. She glanced out the windows for the millionth time and saw that the weather was still holding. She started to panic again and looked in the mirror, her curls having been tamed into an almost retro seventies flip, like the hairstyle she'd worn to win the money needed to keep Sketch alive. If it started to rain, her entire outfit and her hair was going to be destroyed, why had she let Cindy talk her into this?
"Well you might get a few odd looks unless you put some shoes on," she said looking down at Max's bare feet, "Unless this is a hippie wedding and you forgot to mention it."
Max groaned, why was this wedding making her so spacey? She grabbed the box and sat down on her bed to put on the tan strappy sandals.
"Boo, you're acting like you've never been at a family event with him before."
"I've been to one and I was barely even at it if you don't recall."
Original Cindy laughed, "Don't worry, I informed Normal yesterday to not get into any life or death dramas because we weren't coming to bail him out."
Max looked up and made a face, "What about Sketchy? Did you lock him in a room, so he can't pull any stupid shit I need to go save him from?"
"Everything will be fine," Original Cindy soothed
"You haven't met Logan's family, he's miserable around them." She pouted, "I hate when he's not happy."
Cindy laughed, "Mrs. Cleaver, can Max come out and play? I mean seriously girl, you and that boy, what's it been? Just over a month? This is once more reminding me can we at least shift your things into my room? Yours is a hell of a lot bigger."
Max laughed, she knew it was probably time to just finish moving her things over to Logan's, almost all of her clothing was there anyway. She doubted that Logan even realized she still had things here; they'd never even talked about moving in together, it had just kinda happened.
There was a knock at the door and Max jumped up.
Original Cindy laughed, "Dammit girl, breathe. You've been away from the man for 3 hours; you're acting like its 3 years."
"Stop making fun of me," she said swatting at her girl, why the hell was everyone getting so much damn amusement over her lately?
"God," Cindy said following her into the living room, "If you're like this for his cousin's wedding I don't want to know what a wreck you're going to be at yours."
Max turned in fear, shock, and anger, as if Logan could hear through the door, "Shhh…" she stammered out, "Do not say things like that."
"Just go open the door Sug"
Max did as she was told and smiled brightly as she saw Logan in the light tan suit, "Wow," they said in unison.
"God you two are sickening," Original Cindy said watching from the living room.
"Hey Original Cindy," Logan said walking into the apartment.
"Hey Boo," she said and then laughed looking at them, "I feel like a Mom on prom night. You're lucky I don't have a camera." She thought for a moment, "Ooh you know what I think I might. Don't leave yet," she said rushing into her room.
Max frowned, "Speaking of prom nights, Daphne isn't going to be there is she?"
He laughed, "If she is you have my permission to have Original Cindy crash the wedding again."
"So you sure I look okay?" she asked trying to mask the nervousness she felt.
His eyes rolled over her again, "I think you'll do," he said teasingly. "Definitely not a single thing to hear Aunt Margo complain about on you."
"I think she might be pretty impressed even by you today. Same girl for the second family event this year. Probably a record."
"Well you know I was going to ask that model that just…"
He didn't get to finish about the model that had just moved into their building as she hit him.
"Oww"
"Don't tease, I've been primped and prodded for over an hour for this deal," she said with normal Max attitude back.
"I'm sorry," he said leaning in to kiss her. "God I hate family weddings though. I know the moment I see her I'm going to hear about my shoes."
Max looked down at the boots he was wearing and raised an eyebrow. "They match," she said.
"I'm wearing chunky boots with a suit."
Max laughed, "They're part of what keeps you upright. Walking or perfect shoes. I think your aunt would be more annoyed if you messed up the flow of her wedding photo by being 4ft and in a clashing chair."
He shook his head, "I'm still going to hear about them though." He looked at her and sighed, "I just hope this thing doesn't conk out while I'm on the middle of the dance floor."
"It's been working fine, I thought you and Sebastian worked out all the kinks."
"We think we have, who knows if we really have though. I've got the chair in the car just in case."
Max laughed, "All will be fine," she raised up to kiss him. "Maybe I'll even find more of your mom's stuff to steal back."
"Found it," Original Cindy said walking out of the room waving a camera in her hand.
"Oh you're kidding me," Max said in shock.
Logan laughed, "I wish I had a corsage to pin on you."
"Shut up you two and smile," Cindy said raising the camera up.
