Page 120 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
She’s fucking beautiful.With her hair up and a pale pink gown hugging her supple body softly, I’m almost speechless.
The three of them take their places, Sebastian and Emily moving in to stand before the celebrant, smiling like idiots at each other.
I struggle to focus on them as an invisible energy called Lexi pulls at me.My gaze stays on her, and she fights it for a minute, then meets it.
We remain that way for the entire ceremony, as if the words are for us.
I’ve never seen her look so vulnerable and open, and it’s only now that I realize she feels the same.
We both want this.
I’m going to work this out.I need those answers.
Either from her or a private detective.
Then I’m going to make her mine.
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LEXI
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“INOW PRONOUNCE youman and wife.You may kiss the bride.”
Tearing my eyes away from Mason, they fill with tears.
I can’t believe Emily is married.
I can’t believe that in two days I will never see Mason again.
The bride and groom kiss for an inappropriately long time, then I hand her back her bouquet.Catherine moves closer as the huge crowd cheers and starts throwing rose petals as the happy couple walks down the aisle as the newly announced Mr.and Mrs.Remington.
Cole takes Catherine’s arm, and they follow.
Mason steps up beside me.
He inferred that I was a thief, but it’s he who has stolen my heart.
“You look beautiful,” Mason says roughly.
“This old thing.”I brush my hand down the blush fitted midi-length Vivienne Westwood gown.
She made Emily’s gown and had her team create both mine and Catherine’s.It’s the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever worn.Which is not too hard, given nothing in my wardrobe is designer or couture.
His lips lift at the corners, his eyes far too intense for a friend, and he guides me down the aisle following the rest of the bridal party.
My stupid brain immediately starts to think thoughts it has no place thinking.
This could be us.
Mason could be the man I marry.
A gust of warmth rushes through me, and I tighten my grip on his arm.He returns the squeeze.
My eyes cast around the wedding guests at all the beautiful, wealthy people.These are the women he will end up with.Those dressed in Karen Walker and Prada, dripping in gems I’ll never be able to afford.
Mason squeezes me again, and I glance up.
