“Yes, and hair up because her shoulders are so feminine.”
“We should probably take up this bottom hemline by about an inch so it falls more naturally.”
“She’ll definitely have to go commando because these slits go all the way up to her yes ma’am.”
“Agreed. We’ll need gold earrings that match the choker and belt.”
Tora taps his lips and looks up at me. “Hmm, a dusting of gold shimmer across her cheeks and maybe some gold extensions in her hair.”
I meet Gianna’s gaze with wide eyes, and she shakes her head like, “This is normal, just let them go.”
People start appearing almost out of nowhere, like they dropped from the ceiling like Tom Cruise in thatMission Impossiblemovie. The fabric fairies return with stacks of shoe boxes and jewelry while a seamstress puts me on the center pedestal thing and starts pinning the hem of my dress.
Thirty minutes later, we’re back in the limo sipping champagne in celebration. Gianna had handed over her dress that needed some seamstress work, and they assured us they would have our dresses and my accessories delivered to our hotel by tomorrow at noon.
“Well, that was fun!” Tora chirps. “Let’s do it again next week.”
I groan. “You exhaust me, mister man.”
“Oh, I never get to play stylist. I’m always slaving away in the dungeons, helping Devereaux select the proper threads and notions for our creations.”
Gianna rolls her eyes. “There is no dungeon at Bouvier, you goofball.”
Tora scoffs. “Excuse me, ma’am. Have you been to the mail room?” He shudders comically.
Gianna and I burst into laughter, but Tora is unimpressed with our hilarity. “I’m starving. What are we eating tonight?”
“We’re planning to go somewhere family friendly for dinner,” Gianna says to me. “If you’re okay with that, you and Remi are welcome to join us.”
“Oh, we’re supposed to eat with his mom.”
Gianna’s face lights up. “I adore Ophelia. You know how I told you a bunch of the society women are sometimes ugly to me?”
I nod and Tora mutters, “Jealous, gold-digging hags.”
Gianna giggles and continues. “Well, Ophelia isnotone of them. She’s genuinely one of the kindest women I know.”
“I get that,” I say. “She’s been nothing but nice to me and seemed really glad when she saw Remi and I holding hands this morning.”
“When I said keep your circle close, definitely include Remi’s mom in that circle.”
I cross my legs and relax into the seat, taking a sip of my champagne. I love Gianna and Tora, and I hope Remi is up for eating with the Bouvier clan tonight so I can get to know them better.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
What. The. Fuck?
Remington
“I enjoyed tonight,”my girl says, running her fingers along the tattoo on my ribs. I kiss her head and drag my hand up and down her back as we lay on my bed with her draped half over me.
“The dinner or the monkey sex?” I ask. We’d eaten as a group tonight with the Bouviers, my mom, and Antonio. It was fun, and it was nice to see Mindy and Gianna getting along so well. Then we came back to the room and defiled each other. I’ve never felt so relaxed and sated in my life.
“Both,” she replies, pressing her lips to my nipple.
“But which did you like best?” I prod.
“Hmmm,” she muses, and I can hear the tease in her hum. “Well, there were tacos and margaritas with dinner.”
