She would have laughed in your face if you’d told her this would be happening a year ago. Even more so that it’d be with none other than Nicolas Re.HerNicolas.
Staring at her reflection, Emily fixed the silver diamond-studded pin in her hair. She slipped into her high heels with the help of her mother.
Juliet Pinault stared at her daughter with tears in her eyes. “You look so beautiful, dear!”
Emily’s face scrunched up at her theatrics.
“Oh, come on, Mother. Don’t be like that.”
Her mother crying was a rare sight. And Emily knew if the waterworks started, it’d be a disaster. She’d feel tempted to cry too because she knew it almost never happened.
“Apologies!” Juliet wiped at her tears. “Don’t follow me and cry. You’ll ruin your makeup if you do.”
It was too late for her Emily’s lips began trembling.
Juliet’s mouth dropped open. “No, no, no! I didn’t mean to! For the love of God,don’tcry!”
Her hands frantically went to brush her cheeks, careful pads wiping at the corner of those brown orbs.
“I told you not to because if I see it, I will!” Emily whined. She was feeling extremely emotional these days.
Julia pulled her into a tight hug, another rarity that had become way too common.
“Mother, this dress is enough of a restriction to my respiratory system. I don’t need you to add to its suffocation.”
“I—”
“Let go of the child before you smother her to death.”
Both their heads turned in the direction of the door.
Emily felt her walls build themselves up at the appearance of her father.
He looked dashing in the suit he wore and for a man his age, it made him look far too young. To the point that even his wife couldn’t help herself from doing a double take.
“Honey, I thought you said you’d wait outside.”
“I took back my word.”
Emily felt her lips twitch a bit.
They’d spent the past year trying to fix everything that had happened between them. Much of the credit went to Nicolas, who’d made it a point to win her father’s approval, for reasons she still didn’t fully understand. Maybe it was because he saw how much she struggled with it.
She made another attempt.
“So how do I look?” she asked spinning, creating a whirlwind of white.
His eyes soaked in the image of her, an emotion she hadn’t seen in a long time filling his gaze.
Pride.
“Like a princess.”
She felt her heart flutter.
On cue, Chelsea entered the room, ushering everyone out to give Emily some privacy. “Out! Out! Out! You’ll tire her out with all this talking.”
As Emily toyed with the hem of her dress, the door reopened and in walked her secondary bridesmaids. Emily spared a look of disapproval at Zariah and Valentina.
