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As soon as her eyes go to the mirror, she knows.

This is it.

Her wedding dress.

The perfect mix of formal and fearless.

Like the woman herself.

Like their relationship.

Like the person I need to be.

Well, the fearless part anyway.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ivy

Tragically, I don't have time to devour my fake boyfriend. Cynthia and I barely arrive in time for our evening task.

Amara takes us through another dinner recipe—a pesto pasta—while the guys get to work on hiding the cake from Cynthia.

The food comes together quickly, then we all gather together in the big dining room to enjoy a big, easy meal.

"I'll let you retire early tonight," Amara says.

My shoulders fall in relief. It's been a fun day, but I'm tired.

"One question for the table. Then one question to take with you," she says. "A private confessional. I'll even look the other way on Ivy and Romeo sharing a room to discuss it."

Cynthia laughs. "Really, you're only encouraging him, treating him like a horny teenager."

Romeo adopts an over-the-top shrug of innocence. "When did I ever invite a girl overnight?"

Daniel raises a brow. It's the same gesture Romeo does. And this time, it looks the same on him. It looks similarly playful, I guess.

Amara shakes her head in that boys will be boys way women do. "You are like teenagers when you're together. Everything is about sex and shocking your mother."

"Was Daniel ever obsessed with sex? Really?" There's surprise in Cynthia's voice, but I can't place the implication.

Daniel notes it, but he doesn't seem to take offense.

Romeo laughs. "Are you kidding? He was obsessed with you."

"He was not," Cynthia says.

"He was," Romeo says. "And he always tried to spin it into this pragmatic thing, of course, the way Daniel does. ‘Cynthia and I are both on track to earn in the 95th percentile. With our heights, our child is likely to have a height in the 75th percentile. She's got such beautiful brown eyes, don't you think?’ Then he'd realize brown eyes weren't a quantifiable trait."

"That doesn't sound sexual," Cynthia says.

"Well…" Romeo looks to his mom. "I shouldn't share the rest in mixed company."

Daniel blushes. It's really cute, actually.

Amara shakes her head. "What did I say? Obsessed."

"Let me put it this way: he read a lot of books that could explain what he should do, when, and how, and for how long." Romeo raises a brow.