One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 270

Audrey

The late afternoon sun was streaming through the shop windows, casting long, golden shadows across the floor as I carefully pinned another section of delicate lace to the bodice of Avis’s welding dress The ivory silk was soft under my fingers, almost impossibly so, and the hand–beaded details caught the falling light, shimmering with every subtle movement of her body.

It truly was going to be the perfect wedding gown.

If she held still, that was.

“Stop fidgeting.” I muttered, a pin held between my lips as I tried to focus. Avis shifted on the pedestal for what felt like the hundredth, maybe even thousandth, time that day.

“I can’t help it,” she whined impatiently as her hand twitched toward her face. “My nose itches.”

Betty swatted her hand away before she could scratch herself. “Touch your face, and I swear, I’ll sew the shape of a big you- know–what into your veil just to spite you.”

“You’re all tyrants,” Avis declared dramatically, although the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her. She was far too excited to genuinely complain. She turned her head slightly, watching us through the mirror as we worked, the smile tugging at her lips unmistakable.

Tina emerged from the back room a moment later, her arms overflowing with yet another box of beads. “Yep. Just a bunch of tyrants who are making you the most beautiful wedding dress the world has ever seen,” she said, sticking out her tongue as she set the supplies down.

Avis stuck her tongue out right back, but we all knew Tina wasn’t wrong. The dress was breathtaking–a masterpiece of lace, with delicate sleeves and a bodice fit for a queen.

We had been working on it together for weeks, fitting in late–night sessions and stolen moments between Avis’s customers, every stitch and bead sewn with all of our love. When Avis had asked us to make her wedding gown for her, we couldn’t refuse. And we knew it had to be utterly perfect for our friend.

“Speaking of beautiful things…” Avis’s voice took on a slightly more mischievous quality, her eyes darting toward Betty. “How was your date last night?”

Betty’s hands stilled over the hem of the train, her cheeks instantly turning a delicate shade of pink. “It wasn’t a date,” she muttered, her voice a little too small to be entirely convincing. “Peter and I just got coffee.”

“For the fourth time this week,” I pointed out, grinning as I tucked another piece of lace into place on the bodice. “It’s starting to sound a little date–like, don’t you think?”

Betty’s blush deepened, but she kept her gaze stubbornly on the fabric in front of her. “No, it’s not-”

“Oh my goddess, they’re totally dating!” Tina squealed, practically dropping into the nearest chair as she hugged her knees to her chest. “Spill the details. Don’t leave us hanging.”

faintest smile playing at her lips. “There are no details to spill,”

a knowing glance with Tina.

rolled her eyes. “Okay, talking and maybe a little kissing,” she admitted, looking like she was about to pass out

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would be perfect together. We’ve all been waiting for you two to finally go out for

but the small smile still lingered. “We’re just exploring our possibilities.

sparkled mischievously. “So you are mates,” she teased,

back, her voice regaining some of its usual sharpness.

hmm?”

thoughtful in the gesture as she ran her fingers through the beads in the box she was holding. “It’s… non–existent, actually. I deleted all of

up. “I thought you wanted

down with my parents. Still learning to accept

words made us all pause. Betty glanced at me from where we were working behind

won’t mind,” Betty finally said, “messes

don’t get me wrong. Especially since you’re all finding love like it’s going out of

on the pedestal as she gestured toward

tattoos and the motorcycle?” Tina’s eyes

toward all of us, showing off a photo of a very attractive girl with hot pink hair and a motorcycle helmet tucked under her

a wink. “Very single. And very

Avis laughed was priceless. Betty, Avis and

hate all of you,” Tina muttered as

to admire the progress on

at the window.

after that as we returned to our work. The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting the room in a

of lace into place, I stepped back and exchanged glances with Betty and Tina. It was finished. Still needed sewing, of course, but everything was pinned and

said, straightening up. “I think we’re done