Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Brooklyn

That afternoon, Jayde appears in the doorway to my room, a big smile on her face.

"I have a surprise for you, baby," she says.

She leads me downstairs towards the front of the house, where she throws open the doors to the parlor. I cover my mouth with both hands when I see what's inside.

Everything is covered in white-white tulle, white lace, white silk, white satin-hanging from racks, draped over chairs, stacked on the sofa. The only dark spot in the room is Aden, standing before the fireplace, directing the workers who carry piles of garment bags.

"What's going on?" Hudson says, walking up behind me, a cup of coffee in hand.

"Don't bring that in here," Jayde scolds, swatting at him. Hudson laughs, downs the coffee, and sets it on a table in the foyer.

"Is this..." I say, looking around in awe, anxiety roiling in my stomach.

"Wedding dresses!" Jayde says, clapping her hands. "Aren't they gorgeous?"

Gorgeous? Yes. They are stunning.

But I'm not ready. That's all I can think as I stand there.

"Now, you come stand here," Jayde says, pulling me and Hudson farther into the room to stand by Aden, "out of the way, while I get everything set up."

"Is it like this for every wedding in the family?" I mutter to myself.

"No," I hear Aden say, and look up to meet his eyes. "My wedding to Hudson's mother was small. In Sicily. That's where she was from."

mother. Nobody ever speaks of her, but I feel her

not sure if I should. And the look on Aden's face, tight

me. He puts a hand on my waist and

says. "Her marriage to

Hudson, genuinely surprised. "Was

at me sharply. "If you want to ask, Brooklyn, if I murdered her, or if she was kidnapped

embarrassed. Because of course, that's exactly what I want to know. Instead, I say

okay," he says, before I can say

that's something else we have in common. Both of our moms died

a new family soon," Aden says dryly, putting his hands in his pockets. Before I can reply, Jayde pulls me

***

all afternoon. Hudson and Aden leave immediately as the trials

only wants to come in once the final selection is made. He said that if

last dress. She holds up a beaded Oscar de la Renta, an incredible off-white beaded silk that fell heavily to the floor, making a

with a

really been the kind of girl who

Jayde says, wiping a tear from her eye. "That was my favorite, too. If you'd

her phone, texting someone, and my heart skips a

time for

Aden, biting my lip, wondering,

he walks into the room but, glances

he stops dead in

curl in the bottom of my belly. Does he not

his arm dropping to his side as his eyes

fabric at my hips, and see his mouth fall

his mouth slams

I take

that of

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