Page 70 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

CHAPTER18

Clara

I stepped tentativelyinto the Grand Hall Center. Although I wasn't wearing my heels yet, I still felt wobbly. Everyone was talking and laughing while I weaved in between bodies, searching for Jen.

When I spotted her, I waved.

She ran up and hooked her arm through mine. “So, we're going to practice the wedding walk and how we'll be entering the room for the reception.”

“Joy.”

“Don't gettooexcited. There will be champagne at the end, so you'll have something to look forward to.”

“Can't we have it now?”

She giggled. “Go find your walking partner and then line up. The map is in the hallway outside.”

I sighed as she skipped away from me to tell the other bridesmaids to line up with their partners. I knew I had to grab Levon, but I wasn't sure how it was going to go. We had only talked in a few passing moments—and they weren't exactly allpleasantmoments.

I grabbed a chair and sat down to kick off my flats, pulling my heels from my oversized purse. As I slipped them on my feet, I heard someone clear his throat near me.

“Need any help?”

I smirked while keeping my focus on my feet. “No, thanks, Levon. I've got it.”

He whistled as I stood up. “You sure you can walk in those things?”

“I've been practicing.”

“Wow, you look . . .”

His eyes sparkled as they met mine. I felt a zap ripple through my stomach as I bit my lower lip to contain the smile that was threatening to spread.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “You still look short to me.”

“Hey!” I said with a giggle.

He laughed. “Shall we line up with the others?”

“As long as you're nice to me.”

“I think I can manage that.”

We wandered out of the reception room and filed down the hall with the other pairs. When we strolled up to the door of the chapel, everyone bunched up together. A frazzled Jen stood just outside the door with her hands raised. She announced the order and the pairs lined up, perfectly aligning with the hallway leading into the chapel.

“I've never seen my sister hold so much power,” Levon whispered to me. “It looks good on her.”

“I'm glad you think so.”

“How much longer do you think she'll keep it together?”

I rolled my eyes. “Considering how stubborn her brother is, I think she'll do just fine.”

He chuckled. “That's fair.”

The wedding waltz played through the speakers inside the chapel. Jen clutched her bouquet in her hand while wearing a dazzling smile, waving the first pair through the doors. After five seconds, she waved in the next pair and then the next, picking up a steady pace that caused the line to move at a turtle's pace.

Levon held out his arm to me. “Better smile for Jen.”

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