Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 94 – Wedding Day

The elevator dings and, as soon as the doors slide open to reveal the ballroom, the boys sprint out.

“Wowww!” Ian says, spinning around to take it all in. “It’s amazing!”

“Yeah!” shouts Alvin, “It looks like a crystal palace!”

Evelyn has to admit, it is breathtaking. The room looks almost as if its open to the sky, the only signs of the windows and walls being the mirrored strips that connect the panes. The view from the whole left side of the room is the very top of the waterfall, which just begins to crest over the rocks. Above it rises the first whisps of a rainbow.

“Ian! Alvin!” Victor strides over to them both from the alter at the front of the room, where he has gathered with his groomsmen to make their final preparations. Staff buzzes around the room, putting on all of the finishing touches. About half of the guests have arrived and more spill out of the elevators every minute.

As Victor kneels down to greet the boys, Evelyn notices someone waving at her from the front of the room. Focusing her eyes, she scowls, realizing that it’s Rafe, giving her a smarmy look. Pig, she thinks, scowling as she looks away.

“Are you boys ready?” Victor asks Ian and Alvin, straightening their already-straight ties. “You have a big job today.”

“Yes!” Ian says, ready for anything. But then his face falls. “Wait, what is our job?”

“Yeah,” says Alvin, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at his father narrowly. “You just said we had to walk down the middle part,” he says, gesturing towards the aisle. “You didn’t say anything about a job.”

Victor laughs good naturedly. “That is the job, Alvin. You have to walk in in front of Amelia and make sure she gets to the front of the room okay.”

“Oh,” says Ian, thinking it over. He shrugs. “I guess we can do that.” Alvin nods confirmation.

“Good,” Victor says, straightening to his feet. “I knew I could count on you.” He meets Evelyn’s eyes and gives her a smile. “Thank you, Evelyn,” he says.

“For what?” She c***s her head to the side, curious.

“For getting the boys ready,” he says, looking down at them fondly, and then returning his gaze to her. “And for all of your good advice last night. I was…I was freaking out a little. But you set me straight.”

Evelyn smiles and gives him a friendly punch on the shoulder, not knowing what else to do. “No problem. That’s what…therapists are for.”

She doesn’t tell him that it ripped her heart out to do it. He doesn’t need to know.

Evelyn and Victor both turn as the elevator dings behind them and the doors open. About a dozen more guests pour out, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the beautiful room. “Looks like things are getting started,” Evelyn says. “Where should we go?”

doors beyond the elevators. “The bridal suite is over there. Amelia’s in there with her bridesmaids. They’re probably lining up by now,

says. “Come on,

mother’s hand and waving to his father. Ian

look…well, you look very handsome,” she says, laughing a

watches her go. He can’t help but think, as she walks

and is surprised to enter a small vestibule, lined with closets that surely hold a variety of supplies. On a table to the left are a series of bouquets, easy for the bridesmaids to

second set of doors marked “Bridal Suite.”

and Ian dart in. Evelyn pushes the door closed behind them before looking around. When her eyes fall on Amelia, she can’t help the little gasp that escapes

yards and yards of lace and tulle creating a beautiful bell that drifts around her feet, flowing out behind her in a lace-edged train that must be ten feet long. Evelyns’ eyes take in Amelia’s flawless satin bodice, with its sleeveless sweetheart neckline, and the string of

looking Amelia up and

curls which are loose over her shoulders. Amelia doesn’t finish her sentence, just shrugs and turns her attention back to her friends and the glasses of champagne

raises her eyebrows and takes a deep breath, but decides to ignore it. Amelia is justifiably distracted today. Moving to a bench in the corner, Evelyn pulls her novel out of her bag and begins to read quietly. She keeps an eye on the boys as she reads. They’re busy being fussed over by bridesmaids who tell them how

around with a pocket watch and a clipboard. Amelia huffs out an

honor. Evelyn smiles, remembering her

back of the room. Evelyn sits up and peers around,

says, but her voice is not full of anxiety, just of

too much champagne?” Amelia asks,

and rolling her eyes. “And you know she hasn’t eaten in like…weeks.

Amelia says, putting her hands over her mouth. “What are we going

says, “I need everyone in line! If you’re going

can hear a swell of music start from outside the doors.

fallen bridesmaid. “Go!” she

Amelia says, “you’re

the door. Evelyn nods, kneeling next to the bridesmaid and stroking her hair back. However, Evelyn can’t help but peer back at Amelia, who…well, Evelyn knows Amelia can be callous. But Amelia is unusually blasé about her sick

bridesmaid groans, drawing Evelyn’s attention back to her. “Are you okay?”

start to filter out the door. Evelyn can see her two boys lined up in front of Amelia; they will be the second-to-last to leave the

so

Evelyn asks, giving her a friendly smirk.