But part of me—the part I didn't like to admit to—was also jealous of what they had.What they shared.
And yeah.
I knew how crappy that was of me.I knew what a horrible person I was for wishing I was part of their group.Wishing for whatever tiny scraps of friendship they were willing to toss out to me.
Gosh.
I was freaking pathetic.
I didn't resent anyone for being happy.
I just wanted a friend, too.
Yes, I had a sister.
A twin sister.
Everyone in the world assumed that having a twin meant you also had a built-in bestie.And while that was kind of true—it was also kind of not.
Felicia and I shared a womb.And we just happened to share exact genetics.
But that didn't mean we also shared some kind of karmic connection.Or at least we didn't.
She was a sibling.
Someone I always had to keep track of and protect growing up.
But that wasn't the same thing as what Giselle and Eve had.Or what Nick, Carlo, and Stefan shared.
“All right, we have exactly zero time left.Carlo and Nick have been texting me like mad.”Giselle laughed softly and walked toward me.“I told them you'll be ready when you're ready.”She stopped at the vanity and opened one of the drawers.“I'm thinking of an updo.It'll go nicely with that dress.Don't you think?”She gazed over at Eve briefly.
Eve nodded and plugged in a hair dryer.“Absolutely.”She gazed at me in the mirror.“Giselle does good hair.Trust me.You'll love whatever she comes up with.”
After that, it was all a blur of hairbrushes, combs, and product.Then more hairbrushes, pins, products, and combs.By the time Giselle was finished styling and twisting my hair into some kind of masterpiece—there was a knock on the door.Eve and Giselle glanced over at the door and then at each other.“I'll deal with it,” Eve said with a sigh.She spun on her heel and headed toward the door.When she got there—she barely opened it a crack.“What?”she said with a hasty breath.
I heard Nick's voice say something inaudible.And then Eve replied with, “We're almost done.You can't rush perfection.”
Nick said something that made her giggle in a sexy, teasing way.I felt myself blush even though it wasn't exactly my fault we were eavesdropping.
Nick continued speaking, but Eve cut him off.“Shh, you're going to wake the kids.Go downstairs and wait for us.It won't be long.”Then she pulled the door open enough so she could poke her head out.I heard them kiss and whisper a bit more.A few moments later—she gently closed the door and leaned against it.“The men are growing impatient.”She had a mischievous grin on her pretty face.
Yes, Eve was beautiful.Anyone could see that.But it was at that moment I understood why Nick chose her for his wife.I mean, let's face it.Nick was a wealthy, good-looking man.He undoubtedly had his pick of beautiful women.All over the world.
But obviously he'd waited for something—special.
Something—right.
Something worth it.
And I could see why that something was Eve.
She was beautiful.Exceptionally so.
But she was smart.And fun.
And playful.
And I had a feeling that a woman like her would give everything she had to a man.As long as he did the same for her.
