Page 73 of The Heiress Bride
“Thank you.”
“Seriously… I might fall off this—” He pitches backward, letting go with one hand.
“King!” I grab for him as he laughs, pulling himself flush with the balcony. “You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
“Don’t you mess up her makeup, Saint,” Shon calls from inside the suite.
He smirks, his golden boy good looks almost painful to look at. “How does she know me so well?”
She must be listening because she scoffs. “Let her come back inside and put her dress on. It’s almost showtime.”
Because he’s King and he’s used to doing things his way, he ignores her edict. “Told you that necklace was made for you.”
“You said it wasn’t too much,” I correct him.
“It’s not.”
“It is, but that’s?—”
He clasps my cheek in his hand, thumb stilling my lips.
“Do you know why I picked it?”
If it were Gabe asking, I’d say because it’s flashy and expensive. But with King, I never know.
“Because it goes with the dress?” I quip beneath his thumb.
“Three rows of diamonds. One for each of us.And the blue-green reminds me of your eyes.” His hand drops, and he rubs a fingertip down the necklace. “See. It goes with the dress. And it’s exactly enough.”
My breath catches.
He is beyond sweet. So thoughtful.
My nose tingles, and I blink back happy tears as I whisper his name. “I want to kiss you.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not tempting Shon’s wrath by messing up your makeup.”
I laugh as he leans away, reaching for the vine again.
“You could use the door, you know.” I jerk a thumb toward the suite.
But he’s already halfway down, moving like a monkey through the trees. As soon as his shoes hit the terrace, he grins up at me and then blows me a kiss. I pretend to kiss my fingers and blow him one of my own.
“Okay, lady. Enough with this side quest.” Shon appears at my side, then leans over the railing to shoo King away. He shrugs into his jacket and then disappears into the house. “You guys are so bad. Can’t stay away from each other for five wholehours.”
???
I sink my hands into the silky material, still in awe that I get to wear this dress. The more I look at it, the more I fall in love with all the details. I still don’t understand how King made it happen so quickly. Or how it took such minimal adjustments to fit like a dream. But honestly, when you’re given such a priceless gift, you don’t question it, just enjoy.
Which is exactly what I plan to do.
“Pockets,” I whisper squeal.
Behind me, LaShonda laughs as she zips me up. “What on earth do you need pockets for, girl? You’ve got three handsome men in tuxedos downstairs. They have at least six pockets between them.”
Standing in the primary suite of the lovely villa, I grin like the love-drunk woman I am. The luxurious space is a serene combination of old charm and fresh finishes. Champagne flows freely, and the evening light casts a warm glow over everything.
“You have a point.” I hold my hands out just a little, tugging the fabric from my hips to show off my find. The full-length mirror the guys had delivered reflects my euphoria. “But pockets!”
