Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

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."

her, but

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

a hand

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

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

want to ask, Brooklyn, if I murdered her, or if she

that's

can say how truly sorry I am. "It was

something else we have in common. Both of

hands in his pockets. Before I can reply, Jayde pulls me forward

***

fitting takes all afternoon. Hudson and Aden leave

wants to come in once the final selection is made. He said that if he's paying for it, he wants

me 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, making

that hugs my waist with a tight

have never really been the kind of girl who dreams

was my favorite, too. If you'd picked the Oscar, you'd have broken my

up her phone, texting

time for final

turn to face Aden, biting my lip, wondering, passively, if he'll

his phone as he walks into the room but, glances up

dead

belly. Does he not like it? Did I

dropping to his side as his eyes slowly rove over my form. I run

my hips, and see

to my own and his mouth slams shut. He takes a step forward, his eyes

I take one

reaction is animal, that