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."

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, tight and withering, tells me

saves me. He puts a hand on my waist and pulls me

when I was young," he says. "Her

Hudson, genuinely

"If you want to ask, Brooklyn, if I murdered her, or if she was kidnapped and tortured by my

lips together, embarrassed. Because of course, that's exactly

I can

I say. "I guess that's something else we have in common. Both of

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

***

fitting takes all afternoon. Hudson and Aden leave immediately

insisting that it was bad luck, and Aden only wants to come in once the final selection is made. He said that

Oscar de la Renta, an incredible

romantic Caroline Herrera that hugs my waist with a tight bodice, off-the-shoulder

the mirror. I have never really been the kind of girl who dreams about her wedding, but in a dress like this? I am actually starting to feel like

says, wiping a tear from her eye. "That was my

little as she picks up her

for

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

looking down at his phone as he walks

he stops dead in his

of my belly. Does he not like it? Did I make the

stiffens, his arm dropping to his side as his eyes slowly rove over my form.

the fabric at my hips, and see his

own and his mouth slams shut. He

I take one step

reaction is animal, that of prey escaping a

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