Page 74 of Deadliest Throne

“Thanks.” I smile. “Wanna tell me why the fuck you got me all done up.” My eyes widen. “Oh my god, did the guys plan some really cute date? Fuck, that's got to be it.”

Damn it. That’s really fucking sweet of them to do. I could use a nice date right about now. Life has gotten a lot more relaxed since my father is no longer an issue, but having two babies so close in age isn’t easy. They really do mean it when they say it takes a village.

"Is she ready?" Dynika walks into the room. She's dressed in a pretty pink dress, her hair done up all nice too.

“Ahhh, you look beautiful,” I tell her.

“Thank you.” Her eyes light up as she twirls around.

“No. She’s not ready yet,” Andy replies. “She just needs to get dressed.”

“Okay.” Dynika nods.

"Dressed?" I look down at what I'm wearing. "I mean, yeah, I guess I can't wear this out on a date."

“Date?” Dynika asks, looking at Andy. Andy gives her a look. “Right, date.” Dynika giggles.

After coming back, I stayed true to my promise, making sure that Dynika came back with us. She’s been staying at Safe Haven with the moms. They adore her, and it made me so damn happy they took her in as family. Because she is. As odd as my big sister is, I’ve quickly grown to love her. She’s just a girl who was dealt a shitty hand and had her life and choices taken from her. It’s nice to see her grow, to flourish.

She wanted to come and stay with me at our house, but Link shot that down fast. And I don’t blame him. The house is starting to feel cramped with all of us and now the babies.

“Come, come.” Andy grabs my hand and pulls me into the office of the shop. I stumble to a stop when I see what’s hanging up.

Eyes widening, I turn to Andy who’s grinning like a loon. “Wanna tell me why there’s a wedding dress here?”

“Because...” she sing-songs.

“Andy. Are you telling me this isn’t a date, but my own fucking wedding.” My heart pounds in my chest as my palms start to sweat.

“Yes,” she laughs. “I am.”

“Oh my god.” I step up to the fucking stunning dress, tears filling my eyes. “Are they stupid? They know I can’t fucking marry them all.”

“They know,” Andy says. “Doesn’t matter to them, get dressed. They’re waiting for you.”

“I’m gonna cry,” my voice cracks.

“Don’t do that, sweetie,” my mom’s voice comes from behind me. I spin around to see her in a nice dress. “That would ruin your makeup.”

“So you're all in on this?” I ask, half crying. God, my heart feels so damn full as pure joy fills me.

“Pretty much,” she laughs. “I’ll help you get dressed.”

It takes me about five minutes to get changed and get everything in the right place in the dress.

“You look so beautiful.” My mom’s hands come up to cover her mouth.

I move to step in front of the mirror and gasp. Holy shit, I look like a damn princess.

The top part is a corset and it pushes my boobs up nicely. It’s covered in a pretty lace design, stopping just above my hip. That's when it flows out like a princess dress with layers and layers of tulle. It really is gorgeous. And, now that I can see my hairstyle, I see that it’s done half up, half down. Curled at the bottom with some strands in front of my face. Not a hairstyle I usually wear, but it looks good on me, especially with this dress. “I want to ask how they knew my measurements, but I already know that answer.” Link probably took them while I was sleeping.

“Ready?” Mom asks me.

“Why the hell not.” I laugh.

We take a few photos and then I'm following them down to the warehouse. A few crew members come and help hold up my train so it doesn't get dirty, which is sweet of them.

Is this actually happening? Am I about to get fucking married? What even is my life anymore?

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