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I waited impatiently, my eyes fixed on her downcast face. Then, suddenly, she lifted her gaze to mine and her shoulders relaxed.

“Yes, Andres. I trust you.”

I had no idea a couple of words could mean so much to me. I closed my eyes and exhaled the breath I’d been holding.

Then I took hold of her hand once more and lifted it to my lips, kissing her knuckles.

“Then, to answer your initial question, yes, Ellie Maxwell, I'll marry you.”

CHAPTER SIX ELLIE

“Wow! You look so beautiful!”

I’d been looking at my reflection in a giant full-sized mirror, trying to see if I recognized the creature staring back at me, when I caught Meredith staring at me with a huge grin on her face.

I didn’t, by the way. Recognize myself, that was. I mean, this was a version of me I’d always wanted to be.

Someone pretty and confident. Someone who belonged. Who had family and support. Who had found their person.

It’s all pretend. Don’t forget that, Ellie.

Sometimes, I really hated my inner voice. Logic was such a goddamn bitch.

I knew this wasn’t the fairytale wedding it was dressed up to be. But still. Couldn’t my inner voice just shut up long enough for me to enjoy today?

“Ellie, come on. Smile. You really look amazing,” Meredith repeated the sentiment and crossed the room.

“Really? Cause I feel like a crazy person,” I hissed, two seconds from a panic attack.

When Andres asked if I wanted to fly to Vegas or get married here, I chose here so we didn’t disrupt Sammy too much.

But I had no idea he meant get married, as in like have a huge ass wedding with all the frills.

It seemed the second he said yes, and I agreed to stay to do it here, Andres had started the ball rolling.

Apparently, my soon-to-be hubby was a sucker for a party. He was also protective as fuck, something I was eternally grateful for.

Sammy and I were hustled from St. E’s in Morristown to Andres’ condo on Billionaire’s Row in Central Park. Our new luxurious digs were in the same building where Meredith and her husband, as well as the Volkov brothers, owned their own condos.

It was incredible, and that the building was more secure than Fort Knox was just a bonus. I didn’t have to worry about Gary or any of his hired goons making appearances.

Really, I shouldn’t complain. The condo was amazing. Apart from all the protection, there was just so much room.

The view alone was breathtaking. All of Manhattan was spread out below us in full color like a miniature model set. The furniture was masculine, yes, but it was also of excellent quality.

Everything was neat and clean, and at first, I worried about bringing Rocky, but Andres had insisted it was okay.

In fact, on the day we moved Andres had already installed an entire wall full of cat climbers and scratchers for the little furball in the living room. He promised Sammy more to come, but he wanted him to help pick everything out.

Sammy was thrilled. But I worried about the dangers of cat dander. Silly me to think Andres hadn’t thought of that.

He had a bottle of allergy meds waiting for me. They were recommended by New York’s top ENT center, where he’d made me an appointment. He also assured me with Rocky on a new, special diet and with regular grooming, my reaction to the cat’s fur and dander should get much better.

It was thoughtful.

It was something no one had ever really done for me.

And I didn’t know what to do with that.

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