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“You look incredible. I’m going to be pissed if your man is able to form words after seeing you.”

I laugh as I gently run my hands over the beadwork on the front of the dress. “You know, I think I will be, too.”

“When is he supposed to be here?” She fusses with my hair, making sure each piece is perfectly in place as I turn to look at the clock.

“Uh, five minutes.”

“Shit,” she whispers. “Well, let me get packed up and I’ll get out of here.”

I turn away from the mirror as she starts throwing blow dryers, flat irons, bobby pins, hairspray, and combs back into her bag and when she’s finished, she scans the room one last time.

“Okay, I think that’s everything.”

I nod. “Thank you so much for this. I feel like a movie star.”

“Girl, you look like one. Text me tomorrow and let me know how long it takes the mister to pick his jaw up off of the floor,” she teases as we move toward the door and I laugh.

“Oh, I definitely will.”

She opens the door and turns back to me. “I would give you a hug but I don’t want to smudge my masterpiece so we’re just going to pretend.”

We both go in for an air hug before giggling as we pull away and she shakes her head and steps out into the hallway.

“Have fun tonight!”

“You have anything planned for the evening?”

She nods, backing down the hallway slowly. “Yeah, big date tonight. Netflix and Chill with Jordy, my cat.”

“Ooh, girl!”

“I know,” she calls as she stops by the elevator and takes a bow. “Be jealous.”

The elevator door opens and I wave as she steps inside. “Bye.”

Once she’s out of sight, I step back into my room and close my door behind me. The butterflies start up again as I check my watch and realize that Lucas will be here any second. Sucking in a breath, I walk over to the mirror and take one last look at the makeup Holly did for me. She kept it classic with thick liner and red lips and that combined with my side swept hair and the gorgeous dress I’m wearing, I look like I would seamlessly blend at a roaring twenties party.

Someone knocks on the door and my head whips toward it as I press a hand to my belly and fight back a smile.

“Here we go,” I whisper before turning toward the door and walking confidently across the room. Lucas is just about to knock again when I open the door and as soon as he sees me, his jaw goes slack and he presses his hand to his chest.

“Holy fuck,” he mutters, his blue gaze slowly sinking down my body and following every curve on the way back up. “Jesus Christ.”

“Can you say anything else?” I ask, biting back a giggle and he shakes his head, still unable to meet my gaze.

“Uh… no, I don’t think I can.”

I plant my hands on my hips and slowly turn in front of him, savoring the whispered curses when he sees the back of my dress. “You like?”

“Baby…” he utters, taking a step toward me as I face him again. “I fucking love. You look…”

“Good?” I ask and he shakes his head as he grabs my waist and pulls me into his body.

“No, better than that.”

“Beautiful?”

“Always but that’s not the word I was looking for.”