Page 83 of Calamity Rayne Gets Hitched

“You’re pulling at some super sensitive skin there.”

“Perfect.”

I turned and faced the mirror. I had to give it to her. She basically gave me a boob lift in under five minutes. “What happens after the wedding when I have to take them off?”

“They just peel right off. Arms up.”

I lifted my arms and she slid the dress into place. After a few seconds of adjusting the silk and tweaking the straps, she turned me to face the mirrors again.

My breath hitched.

“I have to say, this one does suit you, Rayne.”

It was perfect. Simple, sexy, and white. “This is it.” I laughed, shocked that we found something. “This is my wedding gown.”

“Thank God.” Phina let out an exhausted breath. “Let’s try it on with some shoes and find you a veil.”

“Do I need a veil?”

“Yes, you need a veil! My God, what happened to you as a child? Most girls can’t wait to pick their wedding veil.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. But nothing that makes me look like a beekeeper and no heels over two inches.” If I had my way, I’d wear flats—preferably flip-flops.

She groaned and left me standing alone in the back. I faced the hexagon of mirrors and smiled. A little tipsy and happy, I dug my phone out of my purse and texted Hale then Elle.

I found my dress!!!

Phina returned before I got a response. “Try this on.”

When I saw the flash of rhinestones I took a step back. “No crowns.”

“It’s a tiara.”

“No tiaras.”

“You’re killing me, Rayne.”

That was when the words finally left my mouth. “It’s my wedding. You can wear a tiara when you get married.”

The room silenced and we both paused. I hadn’t meant that to be offensive, but I had to draw the line somewhere.

Rather than take offense, Seraphina tipped her head in a sort of admiration. “You finally sound like a bride.” She put the tiara aside. “I’ll see what we have as far as subtle veils.”

“Something pretty but not in my way, please.” I didn’t want candids of me swatting at my face all through the ceremony.

“Take out your bun. We need an idea of what your hair will look like with accessories on the day of the wedding. How about wearing it half up half down?”

I removed my hair tie as Phina stood on the pedestal step, fussing with my cowlick and part. In less than a minute she created a hairdo prettier than anything I could manage in hours.

“How did you do that? It’s perfect.”

“This dress is so pretty and simple I think a shoulder-length blusher might be all you need.”

“What’s a blusher?”

“It’s plain. You’ll like it. Lilly, bring me the blusher from the display case in the front.”

But as soon as she put it on I felt like I was in a fort. “I can’t see.”

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