Page 129 of Bridezillas and Billionaires
The elevator dinged, and Fergus went over to investigate. I left him to it and wrapped my arms around Evan’s neck. He kissed me long and slow.
“I love you and I want to marry you,” he said, lips soft against mine.
“I love you too, but I cannot have a wedding right now,” I said.
“Who wants wedding cake?” Sophie sang out as she wheeled the giant cake off of the elevator.
“Looks like the wedding is coming to you,” Evan joked.
“I mean, I never say no to wedding cake!”
The DJ set up in a corner, and the clock tower penthouse,mypenthouse, filled with guests.
“I had emergency alcohol delivered,” Elsie told me as her catering staff set up. “It’s not a wedding reception without alcohol.”
“Where’s the bride?” I asked as Evan handed me a spiked mocktail.
“Last I saw her, she was headed to the airport with her mom,” Mika replied. “Imogen said she deserved the vacation because she’s worked so hard to put on this wedding.”
“It was a team effort!” Amy piped up. She was weaving a garland of flowers around the glass railing on the stairs. “Which is why it was so generous of Evan to give us this fabulous office space.”
“Ivy’s supposed to live here,” Evan protested.
Grace snickered as she snapped photos. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
“Oh well! Guess I’ll have to move in with you,” I told him, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Hope your bed is big enough for me and a cat.”
Evan gave me a dangerous grin that promised that we would not be doing much sleeping and picked me up, kissing me hard. The party was in full swing, and I mingled with the guests, who were very glad to have an alcohol-friendly wedding reception.
The elevator dinged again opening to reveal an irate delivery man wearing overalls. He looked down at his clipboard.
“I have three hundred corgis for a Mr. Evan Harrington?”
I looked at him in horror.
“Bring them in, please.” Evan turned to the crowd and announced, “Who wants a corgi puppy?”
“Evan, no, you can’t give away puppies as gifts,” I said in dismay.
Evan winked at me as the delivery men brought in pallets and pallets of…
“Corgi plushies!” Brea squealed. “They’re so cute and soft!”
“And they won’t pee on your shoe,” Elsie said as Evan tossed out stuffed animals to the guests.
“What are we going to do with the actual corgis?” I asked as the puppies wagged their stubby tales at Fergus, who gazed at them imperiously as if to remind the drooly puppies that he was named after a Scottish laird.
“The breeders will take them back,” Mika said. “For a fee, of course. But I think I’ll keep this little guy.” She patted the puppy that had eaten Imogen’s earrings. “He will be my first of a collection of animals as my new career of being a reclusive shut-in.”
“Aw!” Archer said, coming by with a stack of plates piled with food and several other blond, grey-eyed men trailing him. “I have a ton of single brothers. You could have one of them.”
“Why are you even here?” Evan said in exasperation. “You let us get kicked out of the reception hall.”
Archer shoved a piece of cake into his mouth. “I told you, no alcohol allowed. I’m already on thin ice with my insurance company. But I had to come, because you have wedding cake.”
“Do me a favor,” Evan said to Mika, “and stay away from the Svensson brothers.”
“Or not,” I teased. “They are pretty handsome. And sometimes you find love where you least expect it.”
“Hey!” Evan said, picking me up and spinning me around. “I not only have a very attractive package, but I make a very attractive package.”
“You do,” I told him, kissing him. “You’re the best wedding present ever!”
