Chapter 61

Nightmare

The house is busy. People are running around, yelling at each other across the rooms if they don't have walkie talkies.

I'm in my room. The door closed, ignoring the sound of people running around. Caterers, planners and decorators are hustling to make everything look perfect for my mother's

approval.

Tonight's the rehearsal dinner and I'm honestly questioning why they're making it such a big deal. It might as well just be the wedding. I peer out the window.

The backyard is transforming into something out of a magazine, with twinkling lights and elegant table settings that feel too extravagant for such a small gathering.

I wonder how much money Jake is putting into this because Lord knows my mother has

none.

I take my time getting ready, not even bothering to check up on mother. I do my skincare, paint my nails and soon I Islip into my light orange silk dress.

It's modest, with long sleeves and a high neckline, the hem stopping just above my knees.

Pairing it with nude heels. It's cute, romantic.

I sweep my hair into a loose bun, leaving a few wisps framing my face, and add a touch of natural makeup.

As I'm applying my lipstick, a knock on the door pulls me from the mirror.

"Come in," I call, pressing my lips together.

Aiden steps in. I smile at him through the mirror and my breath catches.

He's wearing a fitted suit, the dark fabric perfectly complementing his broad shoulders

and sharp jawline. His dark tie is neatly knotted, and his hair is styled just enough to look

both effortless and intentional.

curve also falters as he

his face.

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grin. "You're stunning." Heat rises to

an eyebrow and closes the door behind him

my waist as he'presses a soft kiss to my jaw. I still smile at his

my jaw to my neck and I take a sharp

my legs, trying to lift my dress. "Not even two

up my hair and makeup." I turn to face him,

helping me stand before he

still smiling. "Let's go before my

idea," he says, offering me his

hors d'oeuvres and champagne

asks, nodding toward a cluster of flutes

grabbing

clink and drink quickly, muffling our laughter as we set

feels so

his hand on

chastise, lifting his

is breathtaking. The tables are set with flickering

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the darkening sky. Most of the guests have arrived, mingling in

find a quiet spot near one of the high tables,

doesn't stop complementing me, his hands

can think about

be shocked at his words, pressing a hand to my

of this

in close to me. "I can

hum. "That sounds

and tenses, his expression darkening as he mutters, "You've got to be

turning to follow his

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