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“Look, I don’t know how it all happened so fast, but I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Ellie. That man is into you,” Meredith continued.

“What? Oh, no. I already told you, he’s just helping me out. We don’t have feelings for each other,” I scoffed.

“Uh huh. Tell yourself that if it helps, but if Andres is anything like the others, there is more to it than that,” Meredith chided gently.

“Have you seen Sammy?” I asked, changing the subject.

“He’s with Michaela and Lucy in the playroom. Nanny Rosa is with them,” Meredith said, stifling a yawn.

It was early days in her pregnancy, but I frowned and pointed to a chair.

“Put your butt in that seat, please. I don’t need you passing out before I make it down the aisle.”

It was my turn to scold, but Meredith simply grinned. She patted her still flat tummy and sat down on the chaise lounge.

CHAPTER SEVEN ELLIE

The ceremony was taking place in Meredith’s enormous backyard. She and Josef bought a house out on Long Island close to the others a few weeks ago.

It was gorgeous, and the weather was perfect for an outdoor ceremony.

Four days had passed since he’d whisked me and Sammy away to his condo, and I’d barely seen him except to sign papers, or when he joined us for meals, and to tuck Sammy in at night.

Eating together should have felt strange at first, but he made it seem so normal.

When I made a simple spaghetti dinner the first night at his place, I wasn’t expecting Andres to join us.

But he had.

He sat right down and dug in, complimenting my homemade sauce, and asking for seconds. Sammy was delighted with his company. Not shy at all.

I’d been too stunned to protest when he stacked the dishes in the dishwasher and insisted on putting away the leftovers himself.

My soon-to-be husband was one surprise after another.

I’d been on edge, waiting for the next shoe to drop. But Andres hadn’t asked me to change my habits or behave in a certain way.

He’d simply sent me these gowns with a note saying he couldn’t wait to see what I chose.

The labels read Van Wong, and I recognized the couture designer as being from New York.

It was sorta wild. Crazy even.

But it felt right, so I went with it. The gown I chose was an absolute dream. The sleeves were made out of tight, sheer lace and came down to a V on the top part of my hand.

The neckline was also a deep V, and there were clingy little cups sewed inside to lift my average-sized boobs, making the most of my cleavage.

It was so soft and flowy, the skirt fell from my cinched waist in a dozen sheer back layers, one on top of the other, swishing around my calves and making me feel like I was walking through fluffy silk clouds.

I looked good. And I felt sexy.

I was just nervous as fuck.

Who wouldn’t be in my shoes?

“Guys? Ten minutes,” Destiny sang out, barreling into the bedroom.

“EEEEEEEEK! You look so good! Andres is going to shit himself!” she squealed with glee.

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