I only hope that everything we’ve done will bring us the results we want.
Otherwise, what the hell did I rope Simon into?
ChapterTwenty-Five
LAYLA
“Where’s your better half today?” Charlotte asks me.
“He had to meet with the lads, he said.”
I sip on my champagne.
Today is the last event before the rehearsal dinner tonight. One of the last times I’ll get to spend with Simon.
He’s been scarce these last few days. Claiming he has to make sure security is tight for the wedding.
With how it’s been up until now, it seems excessive. There hasn’t been one sighting of anyone who shouldn’t be here. No paparazzi at all.
“Well, you look fetching in this outfit, dear.” Charlotte waves a hand in front of my outfit. “Hopefully he’ll be here to see it.”
Blake and Gemma wanted a fun afternoon—complete with dressing up to play croquet. I never turn down a chance to look nice.
With the only requirement being to wear white, I dug out a white bodysuit to pair with a white, tulle skirt.
“You don’t look so bad yourself.” She’s in the pinstripe jumpsuit that I made for the store. True to her word, she’s been back several times to go shopping on her own.
Each time she stops by, she mentions how we can hang out in London when I come and visit Simon. I can only smile and nod.
Because there will be no doing anything together on trips to see my fiancé. No flitting off to England to visit anyone there. If all goes according to plan, I’ll have saved my store and can try to expand even further online.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Simon’s voice startles me.
“You’re here.”
“Hi, love.” Simon drops a quick kiss on my cheek.
“Everything okay?”
“Fine.” He stares ahead.
It’s hard to get a read on him. Normally those green eyes of his are so expressive. Today they are hidden behind dark sunglasses.
“You look nice.” I let my eyes slide over him. Even though he’s not in all white, he looks as sexy as ever in the white button-up and suspenders.
Who knew suspenders could be so hot?
“Not as good as you.” He fingers the material of my skirt. “Too bad we’re not closer to the pool.”
“If you throw me into the pool wearing this, Belvy, I will—”
“You’ll what?”
There’s that smile I love so much.
I step closer, leaning up so my mouth is right against his ear. “I won’t put out tonight.”
His growl is low and deep, hitting me in all the right spots. “I guess I can’t do that, now can I?”
