Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Absolutely. Did you pick up the dress from my place?” When I packed to come to Nico’s, I had no idea today would be my wedding day, so the clothes I had stowed in my bags were more athleisure, bathing suits, a pair of jeans, a few tops, and a couple of dresses.
“Does a bee make buzzing sounds?” When I called him after settling down from the bombshell Nico landed on my lap, it was with calmness. Of course there was a need to rage, but after the last week I’ve had, I was tired—physically, emotionally, and now mentally. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not marrying Nico for the hell of it. I truly do love him even though he can’t and won’t say those words. I can see a life with him if he allows me to.
“You’re the absolute best.” There was one dress that had yet to see the light of day: a cream dress, feminine and delicate with a side of spice in appearance. The fabric beneath the lace hugs my body in all the right ways, showing off my hips and the curves of my ass. I clearly was not blessed in the chest but have enough junk in my trunk to take some from it and place it up top if I wanted to. I’m not doing it, though, so instead I find clothes that flatter my body. It was my luck when the brand sent me an email asking for me to do a try-on, tag the company, and give my audience a discount code. It’s not slated to go live until next weekend; that didn’t stop me from emailing them asking if I could release it earlier since, you know, it’d be the perfect wedding dress for the occasion.
“I am. I’m still not sold on this idea. I know you and Nico have been together for a few months, but why the big rush to get married?” Delaney doesn’t know the truth about the way Nico is asking me to marry him so suddenly and we’re keeping it that way, the less that know the less harm that could come to them. The less anyone knows, the better. As in, only our immediate family will know, so for now, I’m going to lie to my best friend, which makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry. But there’s no time for me to dwell on what I can’t change. Hopefully, when things settle down, I’ll have the courage to tell him, and Delaney won’t hate me for it.
“I love him, Delaney. I truly do. All you see the guy who’s hardened, not the one who crawls into bed with me, warding off the cold, cherishing me, or the fact that it doesn’t matter how busy he gets, there’s a text or a phone call daily.” These aren’t the only reasons I’m completely infatuated with all things Nico; they are just the few I can put into words. There’s a whole other facet that happens in the bed. I’ll never discuss that with another, not even my best friend, not because I don’t trust him, but that area of our lives is just that—ours.
“Okay, I can’t say that I understand what you’re saying. We know the reason for that, too. Looking for love in all the wrong places definitely should be the theme song of my life,” he makes a joke to the old country western song that plays in one of my favorite movies, Urban Cowboy. “I’ll support you no matter what.” He ties the back of the dress for me. Did I mention the straps are dainty, crossing over my shoulders to tie in the middle of my back? The front is gorgeous; the back it’s a showstopper.
“Thank you, and seeing as you’re standing up for me while Wylder is for Nico, we kind of need both of you.” As soon as he’s done, Delaney is fiddling with his tie. God, if Pierre doesn’t snatch this man up, I’m going to have to really do some digging to find him the right guy for his happily ever after. He deserves it and so much more.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, plus it’s my job to make sure you’re not getting cold feet. At least that’s what all the movies show when there’s a man of honor.” I slide into my heels. The sole is the same color as my dress, a clear band across the top and tying at the back of my ankle in the creamy color. Delaney knew exactly which shoes to choose when he stepped into my closet after locating the dress. Truly, he should have been a fashion designer or influencer instead of a realty mogul.
“You’re doing a great job,” I tell him after tying each heel and standing back up. My hair is in soft waves, a few pins holding it together on one side, so it doesn’t take away from the beautiful dress.