“Oh, babe,” I sigh. “You’re the most stunning bride I’ve ever seen.”
Capri’s back is toward me as she examines herself in the floor-length mirror. The bridal consultant steps back after adjusting her ivory veil that falls past the length of her full train.
My beautiful sister.
Mom stands to the side with what looks to be tears in hereyes. “You look lovely, darling,” she tells her, and I want to call bullshit on the tears.
“You think so?” Capri chokes, her emotions bubbling over. “Think Jones will like it?”
I stand and inch my way toward her on the elevated velvet stand. I reach for her hand, my eyes finding Capri’s matching blues in the mirror. “He won’t be able to take his eyes off you for a second. Nothing new where he’s concerned.”
A light sob bursts from her lips, and the bridal consultant immediately rushes forward with tissues. “I’ll just hang onto this box,” I tell her, knowing these won’t be the last of the tears shed.
“What do you think, Capri?” Mom asks. “Does everything fit comfortably?”
Capri nods, and I watch the light shine through her face. The way she takes in every detail of the dress like it’s the gown of her dreams. “It’s perfect.”
“It really is, babe.”
Jones had the best of the best bridal designer fly in from Italy, knowing he wanted Capri to have anything and everything she wanted. Cost has never been an issue with Jones Archer, and rightfully so. The man owns the Amalfi Coast’s most luxurious yacht chartering company.
Capri’s dress is a mermaid style, the tail leading to quite possibly the most exquisite train I’ve ever seen. Beaded and lace detail line the edges, giving it a timeless and classy feel. The body is made up of an ivory satin, leading to what would typically be a corset…but not with her small bump the star of the show. The entire back is all sheer with beaded accents, making the satin material deliver a new type of warmth and flexibility. It fits Capri perfectly. The front bodice holds small sheer details intertwined with lace and a sweetheart neckline.
I’ve never seen anything more breathtaking.
“I can’t wait to marry my best friend,” Capri whimpers, and it makes my heart burst for her.
“It’s going to be such a special day,” I say, hugging my sister tight.
The bridal consultant works to remove Capri’s veil and get everything bagged for the big day. Mom excuses herself to take a phone call while I follow Capri into the dressing room.
Taking a seat at the oversized chair in the corner, I relax for a moment while she changes. “I can’t believe you’re getting married.”
“Again,” Capri chuckles.
“Yes, again. But seriously, we don’t even need to count the first guy.” I wave her off, causing us both to giggle.
Capri’s ex-husband’s name will never leave my lips again. That scumbag of a man.
“I feel like I’m living an entirely different life now.”
“That’s because you are,” I tell her. “You’re actually with someone who appreciates you, babe. I bet love feels incredible from your point of view now.”
Capri nods her head, a smile lighting up her perfect face. “It really does.” She pauses for a moment before throwing on her jacket and taking a seat in the chair beside me. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, how are you doing since being back? I mean, I know about all the work stuff and the new business, but have you heard from him?”
Easton.
Capri is not only my sister, but my best friend. I couldn’tnottell her all about Easton. He’s a part of me somehow, someway. Even if I don’t understand it myself.
“We talk all the time, actually.”
“Wait, seriously?”She’s surprised, and it makes sense.
I nod and laugh under my breath. “Seriously. He’s a really good guy, Capri. A really good one.”
Something between shock and giddiness crosses her face. “I’m having déjà vu.”
“What?” I laugh. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
