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."

of her, but

sure if I should. And the look on Aden's face, tight and withering, tells me not to chance

He puts a hand

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

glance between Aden and Hudson, genuinely

Brooklyn, if I murdered her, or if she was kidnapped and tortured by my enemies, just

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

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

guess that's something else we have

new family soon," Aden says dryly, putting his hands in his pockets. Before I

***

afternoon. Hudson and Aden leave immediately as the trials

only wants to come in

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

that?" She gestures towards the romantic Caroline Herrera that hugs my waist with a tight bodice, off-the-shoulder sleeves flowing down into the

really been the kind of girl who dreams about her wedding, but in a

wiping a tear from her eye. "That was my favorite, too. If you'd picked the Oscar, you'd have broken

up her phone, texting someone, and

time for final

Aden, biting my lip, wondering, passively, if

looking down at his phone as he walks

dead in his

belly. Does he not

to his side as his eyes slowly

see his

mouth slams shut. He takes a

take one

reaction is animal, that

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