Page 128 of Electric Kiss

Yanny skilfully removed the cloak from Freya, expertly folded it, and draped it over his arm. Erica stepped in, lifted the tiara off Freya’s head while Daisy unclipped the veil. Daisy handed it to Yanny. Then Erica adjusted her tiara as Heidi fluffed out her skirts at the waist so it draped correctly. Yanny gave a single nod and strode away.

“Christ look at your back,” Luke said.

Freya twisted to look at her own back, fully aware of its futility.

“What’s wrong?” she asked looking at him over her shoulder.

Luke held his hand over his mouth while he gave her long head to toe gaze.

“It’s bare,” he replied.

“Wait until you see the front without the cloak,” Freya replied laughing.

Luke waited with arms folded, not at all happy that his wife was looking sensational and he couldn’t whisk her off instantly. He had so many plans still to come it would have to wait until later. When Freya turned around, he saw the bodice material had relaxed. Where with the cloak the material looked like one piece was now parted at the cleavage showing the valley and a tiny bit of inner side breast.

“You cannot be serious?” Luke said.

“What?” Freya asked worried. “Is it too risque? I have another dress in case you didn’t approve,” Freya hurried to ask.

“The only time you’re taking that dress off is with my hands and that won’t be for some time yet. There isn’t a thing wrong with that dress. There isn’t a thing wrong with you and there is sure as shit nothing wrong with you in that dress.”

“I need to write this down,” Erica muttered patting down her dress and plucking out her phone from a hidden pocket.

“You have pockets?” Daisy asked with astonishment.

“Yeah. Cool, right?”

“Super cool. If I get married again, I’m definitely going for pocket.”

“You are not fucking well getting married again, Daisy Hill,” Nate barked.

“We should make a move,” Bailey interrupted the alpha male speeches. “Before this gets out of hand and none of you end up going to the wedding reception.”

Smirks and chuckles ensued as they followed Bailey around to the front door. Imelda instructed them to leave all doors open and Archer commanded them to walk through the front door of their ancestral home, and these instructions had not lessened since they were uttered months before. As soon as Luke and Freya entered the foyer of Turner Hall, Maggie bolted forward and came to Freya first and hugged her hard.

“I know I’ve just been at the church but I might not get another chance before your honeymoon departure to tell you how wonderful you both looked getting married. I am so happy I was there to see it.”

Maggie let Freya go and hugged Luke. “I didn’t have to iron this shirt either,” she quipped.

Luke chuckled and squeezed her before letting her go.

“It won’t last long. Freya has decreed she’s not doing my ironing.”

Bailey walked away. Luke watched as he strode to the morning room door which was closed. He didn’t knock before he entered.

“Well done, Bailey,” Luke heard his mother murmur.

Bailey stood in the open doorway, looked straight ahead into the room and then looked right at them.

He nodded.

Imelda led the way, followed by Archer and Erica hand in hand. Jason took Heidi’s hand, and they fell in behind. Nate took Daisy’s hand and tugged her towards the procession while Luke stood still, unmoving.

Freya slipped her hand into his and twined their fingers.

“I will always protect you from her. You have your brothers and sister next to you. Your mother looks like she would take a bullet for you. It’s going to be okay whatever she says. I don’t care if she strikes a match and this place burns. We have enough. You are enough for me.”

Luke turned his head, dragging his gaze away from Nate and Daisy’s back to look at his wife.

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