Page 192 of Taken By the Fae

“Now that we’ve got that business out of the way, why don’t we whip out the champagne?” Allison chimes in with a grin. “We might still be at war, but we also have plenty to celebrate.”

I wave her off. “I already had a glass today.” I realize my mistake once it’s too late.

“You drank champagne at lunch?” she asks.

I bite my lip, looking away. “Well…”

Tristan chuckles. “What are you hiding?” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear.

I hesitate, pressing my lips together against a smile until I can’t hold it in any longer. “I found my wedding dress.”

His face lights up. “You did?” When I nod, he dips his face and seals his lips over mine, kissing me.

I giggle when he pulls back. “Sorry. I know we haven’t set a date yet, but my mom begged me to check out this bridal store today, and it sort of just happened.”

“Are you happy?” he asks, holding my gaze.

I nod.

“Then don’t apologize.” He kisses my forehead.

Allison squeals, clapping her hands together. “I need to see it! I’ll forgive you for finding it without me as long as I get to pick out my maid of honor dress.” She jerks her thumb toward Tristan. “And he’s paying for it.”

I shake my head at her display, but grin all the same. I steal a quick glance at Tristan, who nods, smiling. “Deal,” I say, turning back to Allison. “You can find one when we go to pick mine up.”

“Excellent,” she beams.

Skylar rolls her eyes at the whole thing, but I smile when I see her standing with Nikolai’s arm draped around her shoulders, looking rather comfortable.

Tristan slips away and returns with two bottles of champagne and glasses. Nikolai helps him hand them out, and once we each have a glass, we clink them together and drink.

“Does this mean we get to start wedding planning?” Allison asks.

I shrug. “Now doesn’t exactly seem like the best time. Maybe we should wait?”

Tristan slips his fingers through mine. “I want to marry you just as soon as you’ll have me.”

“But I thought—”

“Fuck it,” he says with a little smirk. “Let’s do what’s going to make us happy.”

“Yay!” Allison cheers. “This is awesome. How soon are you thinking?”

“Considering I thought this was a far-off thing I could think about later, I really have no idea.”

“Maybe you should give her some time to enjoy being engaged?” Nikolai suggests.

She waves him off. “Oh, please. Girl bought her dress. She’s ready.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I lower my gaze. It’s true. I came to that realization today at the bridal store. I meant it—I want to marry Tristannow.

“Aurora?” Tristan’s voice is soft, calming. It’s quick to ease the weight on my chest.

I look up, smiling at him, before I turn my gaze to Allison. “How fast can you plan a wedding?”

ChapterFifty-Two

One week. It took us one week to plan our wedding. A number of strings were pulled to make it happen, but we figured it out—we always do.

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