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

open my mouth to ask another question, but I'm not sure if I should. And the look on Aden's face,

a hand

I was young," he says. "Her marriage to my dad was actually arranged.

and Hudson, genuinely surprised. "Was her death...an

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

that's

okay," he says, before I can say how truly sorry I am. "It was

say. "I guess that's something else we have

Aden says dryly, putting his hands in his pockets. Before

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afternoon. Hudson and Aden

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

says, studying me in the last dress. She holds up a beaded Oscar de la Renta, an incredible off-white beaded

towards the romantic Caroline Herrera that hugs my waist with a tight bodice, off-the-shoulder sleeves flowing down into the charmeuse of the skirt, which sweeps behind me in a

myself in the mirror. I have never really been the kind of girl who dreams about her wedding, but in

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

up her phone, texting someone, and my heart skips

for final

turn to face Aden, biting my lip, wondering,

he walks into the room but, glances up

dead in his

Does he

as his eyes slowly rove over

my hips, and see his mouth fall ever

and his mouth slams shut. He takes a step

I take

is animal, that of prey

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