Page 331 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Yeah...that had been pretty bad.
Justin clapped his hands. “You,” he said firmly and pointed to me.
“Moi?” I pointed to myself.
“Who says moi? You sound like the little weird one.”
Was he talking about Nigel? Gah, I knew I was picking up on his lingo.
“But yes, you, you beautiful bride.” Justin gestured me over to the last dress that was covered in a garment bag. “Close your eyes.”
Okay... I did as I was told.
“Now remove your robe.”
I pushed it off my shoulders.
Then I felt my bridesmaids’ hands start moving me around like ragdoll, getting me into all of the different parts of the dress.
“Step here,” said Justin. “Step back. Jump.”
What?
“Arm up. No, other arm. Suck it in. Spin around. Spin again. Fabulous. Right hand out.”
Someone pulled a glove onto my hand.
Ooooh. Sexy gloves!“Wait! No! I can’t wear gloves. What will I do with the rings? Wear them under my gloves? And awkwardlytake my gloves off when it’s ring time? Or wear the rings over my gloves like a crazy person? That has to add at least half a size to the rings. The rings will never fit over my gloved sausage fingers! The logistics are all off. I think my wedding is ruined.”
Chastity laughed. “Girl, chill. It’s just one glove.”
“One glove? That makes no sense…”
“Just trust me.”
Chastity slid it on. “Okay, open your eyes.”
I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection in the mirror.
Holy.
Shit.
The dress was the most amazing thing I’d ever seen. The sparkly top snatched my waist and showed off my girls. And there was a huge poofy skirt. It was so romantic. I looked like a super sexy princess. And it fit like a glove. As did the glove I was wearing. The single glove on my right hand definitely worked with the dress. That arm was completely uncovered besides the glove, but my left arm was covered by a sparkly sleeve.
And then it was all balanced by a giant slit in my poofy skirt that showed my left leg and the most stunning Odegaards I’d ever worn. And I’d worn a lot of Odegaards. Ah! They were my something blue!
I kept staring at my reflection. The dress was like a stunning piece of art. I’d never felt so beautiful.
Chastity smiled. “It’s weird and sexy and perfect, just like you. I’ve gotta hand it to him, Tanner is one hell of a dress designer.”
Tanner designed this dress? I burst out crying.
“No!” Justin screamed. “Don’t ruin your makeup, you sexy animal!” He put a handkerchief beneath my eyes just in time to catch my tears. “Stop it!”
He was so threateningly scary that I immediately stopped crying.
“There.” He removed his handkerchief. “Perfect.”
