Me
I feel like a princess.
“How does it fit, Darling?” Spencer called.
“Incoming.” I came out and stood before him, feeling like the prettiest princess ever. “I say yes to the dress.”
For a moment he was speechless. “Oh, my good doctor. You’re a vision.”
“You look fan-fucking-tastic,” Riley breathed, taking a photo.
“Please?” I looked up into his eyes. It was probably expensive. Since it was the display could we get a discount?
“Yes.” His reply came out quick and breathless.
That look in his eyes made me want to take him into the dressing room. I adored that all five of the guys loved all of me–even the imperfect parts.
“I told you that it would fit her,” Riley said to the associate.
“You did. Would you like to see anything else today?” he offered.
“I think I’m good,” I told him.
“Yeah. So, Evan’s blowing up my phone because they want to start dinner even though he knows we’re over here doing important shit.” Riley rolled her eyes.
“Oh, yes.” Spencer checked his watch. “Let him know that we’re on the way.”
“So, you’ll take it?” the manager asked.
“We will.” Spencer looked at me. “How about if you take that off, we’ll get you your dress, then we’ll go home and see what Evan and Wes are making tonight?”
Grabbing his shirt, I pulled him down and kissed him.
“Thanks for making my princess dreams come true,” I whispered.
Spencer kissed me. “For you, my good doctor, anything. I will give you everything and anything at all.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Brennan
“You know, this actually might work,” Terrance murmured as we went over the numbers for the estate project. “Now we just need people to book it. Once it’s ready to book.”
“They’ll come. Evan’s going to have a big-ass wedding, people will see it, and they’ll book events.” Renovations were going well. The gardens were already beautiful. We were on track for our liquor license and permits.
And my mother hadn’t fucked with any of my contractors or suppliers. While I dared not think I’d won, I’d be happy for silent treatment.
My phone rang. “This is Brennan.”
“Hi, Brennan. This is Yui Nakamura. We lost our venue for the ballet’s gala, and Grace told me that you have a brand new space with a garden, and we would like to have our gala there,” she said.
“That sounds amazing. Thank you for thinking of us. Unfortunately, we’re still under construction. Depending on when you’re looking at and what you want, we probably could accommodate you in the gardens. But we won’t be able to cater it. We might not have a liquor license by then. But if you’re willing to bring in everything, we could probably work something out. After all, I love the ballet,” I replied.
Okay, Katie loved the ballet, not me, but a lot of times it had delightful music.
“Oh. I see. The other place was going to provide the food. But I think we can pull this off. Have your event coordinator call me this week, and we can go over vendors, and I can see the grounds, and we’ll get it all set. This is going to be perfect, because I just can’t attend one more event at the HighTower. Have a good evening.” She ended the call.
“Did you just book an event for our venue that’s a year out from being ready?” Terrance’s eyebrows rose.
