Beneath Her Bastard Boss

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“Breathe, Blair. You look like you’re about to pass out,” Sutton said, adjusting the delicate veil in Blair’s hair.

“I’m fine,” Blair insisted, though her heart was racing. “Just… processing.”

Keira snorted, carefully touching up Blair’s makeup. “Processing that in exactly thirty–seven minutes, you’re going to be Mrs. Roman Kingston?”

“When you say it like that, it sounds so… real,” Blair whispered.

“That’s because it is real,” Sutton laughed softly. “After everything you’ve been through to get here, I’d hope so.”

Blair glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her dress was perfect. The hairdresser had styled her hair in loose waves.

Inside, though, she felt anything but calm. Not because she was having doubts… she had never been more certain of anything in her life, but because the moment felt so monumental.

“Mom and Dad would be so proud,” Keira said softly, as if reading her thoughts. “Of all of us, but especially you today.”

Blair felt tears threatening and blinked rapidly. “Don’t make me cry. My makeup will run.”

“No, it won’t,” Keira assured her. “I used the industrial–strength waterproof stuff. You could swim the English Channel and still look flawless.”

A knock at the door interrupted them. Eleanor Kingston peeked in, looking elegant in a pale blue dress. “How’s our bride doing?”

“Just having a minor existential crisis,” Keira replied cheerfully. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Perfectly normal,” Eleanor said, stepping into the room. “I nearly threw up right before walking down the aisle to James.”

“That’s… not as reassuring as you might think,” Blair said weakly.

Eleanor laughed, coming to stand beside her. “What I’m trying to say is that nerves are natural. But Blair, I’ve never seen my son happier than he’s been with you. You two belong together.”

Blair smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Eleanor.”

“I have something for you,” Roman’s mother continued, pulling a small velvet box from her clutch. “A tradition in the Kingston family. Something borrowed.”

She opened the box to reveal a stunning sapphire and diamond bracelet. “I wore this on my wedding day, and Roman’s grandmother wore it before me.”

“It’s beautiful,” Blair breathed as Eleanor fastened it around her wrist.

“And,” Eleanor added, “Rose wanted me to give you this.” She produced a small blue garter. “Something blue, obviously.”

Keira grinned. “I’ve got the something old covered.” She handed Blair a small locket. “It was Mom’s. Sutton and I thought you should have it today.”

Blair’s fingers trembled as she took the familiar locket. “I remember this. She wore it all the time.”

“There’s a new picture inside,” Sutton said softly.

Blair opened it to find a tiny photograph of her parents on one side and a small picture of her with her sisters on the other. This time, she couldn’t stop the tears.

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at the corner of Blair’s eye. “You’re officially a beautiful, crying bride. Very

door, and this time it was James Kingston who entered. “Ladies, it’s

you,” Blair said, taking a deep breath

James informed her with a chuckle. “I’ve never seen

laughed, picturing Roman–normally so composed–pacing anxiously at the altar. “That’s oddly

James said, his tone growing more serious. “I know I’m not your father, and I would never presume to

“I’d like that very

let’s not keep my son waiting any longer. He might

in attendance. Just as Blair had wanted. As the music began and Sutton and Keira processed ahead of her, Blair took one

the location, but the church

Ready?” James whispered.

“Ready,” she confirmed.

waiting for her, every nervous thought vanished. He stood tall and handsome in his tuxedo, but it was his expression

her as she moved toward her. future. When they reached the altar, James

he said softly, then stepped back and taking his place

tightened around hers.

you,” she replied, unable to

vaguely aware of the minister speaking, of exchanging vows that they had written themselves, of the cool slide of the wedding band onto her finger. But mostly, she was aware of Roman…his voice,

the minister announced. “You may

and possessive, a perfect reflection of the man himself. The small gathering erupted in applause, but Blair barely heard it, lost in the reality that this magnificent, complicated, sometimes infuriating

murmured

Kingston,” she returned with

clasped tightly together, and Blair felt a wave of joy so intense it almost overwhelmed her. Her sisters were beaming, Keira openly wiping away tears while trying to pretend she wasn’t. Sutton stood beside Luca, who had his hand

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a bride’s maid or best man. Blair hadn’t wanted to choose between her sisters. Just having everyone here was

at Roman’s parents‘ estate, a small but elegant affair in the beautifully landscaped gardens. As Blair and Roman moved among their guests, accepting congratulations and well–wishes, she

stole a moment alone near the fountain, “a year ago,

had told me I’d marry my arrogant, demanding boss, I would have checked them for

feigned offense.

Blair corrected with

laughed, pulling her close. “Your shithead, though.

agreed, leaning into him. “I love you, Roman

Blair Kingston,” he replied, his voice deepening

by Keira, who approached with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Sorry to break up this disgustingly sweet moment, but your first dance is supposed to start in five minutes, and Rose is threatening to choose the

she played the Macarena six

his hand. “We better