Blue Shoes #1: New Adult Rock Star Erotic Romance (Morris Music Book 6) Read Online Free

wedding day, I want the focus to be on the people there, not the clothes.”
    She presses her lips together for a moment, then says, “You mean for the photo shoot, right? You are buying a pretend dress for a music video or some nonsense, aren’t you?”
    I can feel my cheeks getting hot as they redden. She’s on to me, I can tell.
    “I want a simple dress,” I say, letting my irritation put grit into my voice. “Get me three of your simplest dresses. Please .”
    She runs off quickly, her high heels clattering.

Chapter 4
    “Wow,” Riley says. “My baby sister is turning into a bridezilla.” She turns to Amanda. “We should take video of her being a bridezilla, and sell her out to the gossip sites for big bucks.”
    Amanda tips back another glass of champagne, giggling. They would never sell me out, but they like to joke about it.
    Riley says, “I can see the headline now. BLUE SHOES BRIDEZILLA.”
    I want to laugh along with them, but I can’t. The secret wedding is coming up so soon, and I have a million things to worry about. There’s so much going on at work, with the music deals in Europe, and I do take my job almost as seriously as this wedding.
    Dylan teases me sometimes about my career. He says he makes more than enough money, and that I could shop all day if I wanted to. I think shopping all day would be fun at first, but I’d miss my job. I like working, and I like being good at my job.
    There’s another reason I’m still with Morris Music. I don’t talk to Riley and Amanda about this, but I worry about money. Even when Dylan tells me not to, I do. Maybe it’s because I grew up with so little. I just don’t take it for granted that good things will keep coming to me.
    Plus there’s the issue of Dylan’s spending. He does earn a lot, but he has extravagant taste, especially in cars. I fear that one day the cars will get repossessed and my income will be the only thing keeping us afloat.
    I glance around the fancy boutique. These dresses are all small fortunes. Weddings aren’t cheap, that’s for sure.
    I wish I could stop worrying about everything, but this secret wedding has me on edge. I want to tell my best friends. I hate keeping secrets.
    I take a seat on the leather sofa across from the girls.
    They keep teasing me about turning into a bridezilla, but I can hardly hear them.
    I look down at the shoes I’m wearing today. They’re the blue suede shoes I was wearing the day I met Dylan. He was just a street busker then, a nobody. He wanted to get my attention, so he made up a song about my blue shoes.
    The song, and the video of us meeting, went viral, but not in a huge way. His really big hit was a song called Where You Belong .
    I don’t know how many millions of dollars that song will have to make before I stop hating it. The song is about Dylan dumping me, when he found out I lied to him. Every word in the song is like a knife in my heart.
    “Jess?”
    I look up at Riley and Amanda. They’re both wide-eyed, worried about me.
    Amanda hands me a tissue. I don’t know what it’s for, so I stare at the tissue blankly. Then I feel the wet tear on my cheek. I can hear the clip-clop of Mrs. Hale’s shoes, so I quickly dab away the tear.
    I’m always imagining the worst. First I think of us going broke, then I think of him dumping me. It’s like my brain has a full-time job torturing my heart.
    My tears slow down. This is crazy. Just thinking about bad things has made me cry. The wound from that night he hurt me is still there.
    I think I’m always afraid—afraid it might happen again—that he’ll get angry and leave me with no warning. That’s why I don’t always tell him how I’m feeling.
    I hope this insecurity goes away once we’re married.
    The girls keep asking what’s going on.
    “Talk to us,” Amanda says.
    My voice comes out in a croak. “I’m fine. Honest.”
    “We can come back another time,” Riley says. “If this is too overwhelming to do in one visit.