Frankie giggled loudly, smacking me on the arm. "Stop joking around." She wiggled her brows at Sapphire. "Who wouldn't walk down the aisle to such a hunk?" she said dreamily, and Sapphire’s eyes narrowed.
"Mine."
Everyone laughed again, but she just shrugged. I had to agree with the girl on this one; our twins needed clear marks of ownership so no one would even think about making a move on them. Apparently, Dominic wasn't the only possessive person in this relationship.
A soft knock on the door preceded Luke entering the bridal room wearing jeans and a navy blue shirt, which hugged him perfectly. "Are we ready?"
Sapphire checked herself one last time in the mirror, looking every bit the happy and vibrant woman she was. "Yes, we are,” she replied dreamily, probably imagining her Sociopath in her head.
Gross, seriously the dude was like a bro to me. Probably weird for some people, considering he shared a face with my man, but really Dom and Damian just didn't have the same look in my opinion.
"Wait!" Frankie shouted, grabbed her cell, gathered us girls close in a circle around Sapphire, and raised it so we would have everyone in the picture. "Group selfie is a must."
Everyone smiled widely, as Sapphire and I did the ‘rock on’ sign with our fingers, adding fun to the picture. She clicked a few times and then, with a satisfied grin, pushed the bride toward Luke, who agreed to walk her down the aisle. He and Juanita, along with my father, were the only parental figures present at the wedding. No words described how much I loved that old, gruff guy who took care of me while Connor and Damian mastered the epic revenge plan. Not once did he make me feel unwelcome or unwanted, and he was the one to insist on my self-defense classes. Thank God he had us; otherwise, he would have been alone, considering he had no wife or kids of his own.
He placed Sapphire’s hand on his arm as the girls lined up. Annie was nearest Sapphire, as she was the maid of honor. She was the only one among us who had patience and time for all the wedding preparations. I seriously considered giving her the same role at my wedding so she’d handle everything as perfectly as she did here.
"Girl, how are you still not pregnant?" Frankie asked me, as we stood waiting for the music to start playing. My cheeks heated as I looked down, and everyone watched me curiously, because evidently everyone wanted to know. "I figured he was just going to breed you quickly, no questions asked." She elbowed me. "Or do you guys just have hot sex all night long? I love those kinds of nights."
Luke groaned beside Sapphire as a grin spread across her face. Clearly, he didn't like being reminded of Frankie’s sexual experiences. "I so don't want to be present for this conversation."
Frankie just waved her hand. "Whatever, man, I'm curious. Plus, I caught you and Juanita making out by the kitchen last night."
Luke scowled, and the girls giggled, because everyone knew the pair had the hots for each other. Why they didn't hook up sooner was beyond me.
"Maybe because I'm still a virgin," I blurted, and wished for the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Why the hell did I just say that out loud?
Everyone blinked and stared at me with their mouths open, jaws almost hitting the floor.
Frankie mouthed at me, “A virgin?” with a bemused expression on her lips, but before I could comment or defend myself, the music began, and we got ready to start the ceremony.
The procession began with Frankie, followed by Amanda, me, and finished with Annie. We all wore identical strapless pink dresses, which ended right above the knee, and allowed the light ocean breeze to slip in, providing cooling sensations.
Damian waited at the end of the aisle, under the flowery arch located right in the middle of the beach, as friends and family members sat on the small, white chairs decorated in various white flowers. The priest held a bible in his hand, while mopping sweat from his forehead with the other, and my eyes locked with Dominic, who stood next to Damian as his best man, along with cute-as-pie Kristina who held the rings. He winked at me while I blew him a kiss, wondering how he’d react to the news I wanted to share with him.
I was ready to be fully his, no question about it. I hesitated to share my body with his but… if these three months had proved anything, it was that he listened and respected me. Yes, waiting for words of love from a man like him… there was just no point in that. Each one of us occupied a place on the other side of the groom, and we sighed dreamily when Sapphire came into view.
Truly she was a beautiful bride.
Her wavy black hair was pushed over her shoulders where it was clipped back, leaving her graceful neck visible. Her sky-blue chiffon dress was an unusual design, ending just above the knee in front, but behind her, it draped down to the sand, creating the illusion of a long train. Sapphire's bare feet had anklets around them, and she gave off the whole fairy look. Once they reached the end of the aisle, Luke placed her hand in Damian’s as the two lovers watched each other greedily and so intimately that I almost wanted to turn around and not interrupt them. Then unexpectedly, Damian kissed her heartily, accompanied by whistles and catcalls from us, and the priest started the ceremony. "Dearly beloved—"
Dominic
Watching Rosa dancing with Kristina tugged on my heart, but I couldn't do anything about it. I barely contained the desire to snatch her from this party and go to Irkutsk. She had yet to visit the place I called home. With her studies and my responsibilities, we simply had no time.
Her mocha hair would look splendid against my black silky sheets, not to mention her vivid eyes. My hands itched to lower the zipper on her dress and run my fingers over her skin while trailing kisses down her back.
However, leaving my twin's wedding was out of the question, so there was nothing else to do but sip whiskey and count the hours for the party to be over.
"Well, don't you look happy for me?" Damian teased, sitting on the chair next to me. He followed my gaze and smirked. "Sucks to be the one watching, doesn't it?" Ignoring his words, I continued to drink while he added, "Women talk, you know." Furrowing my brows, I glanced at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" Damian raised his brow while his mouth twitched, barely containing laughter that wanted to spill out.
Blyat.
Women talked.
I’d never had a real relationship before, and this small fact sucked. The last thing I wanted was for people to wonder why she was still a virgin if she had been with me for the last three months.
Little Rosa probably forgot to mention the sex was supposed to happen on her terms, and so far she hadn’t given me permission to touch her. Well, at least in the sense of her losing her virginity. Sometimes, it surprised me how much control I willingly gave her, just for a chance to prove she could be happy with me.
