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Oh, my. Am I still a virgin? With all the feels in my panties, I’m not so sure anymore.

“Now let’s do The Stack,” Kevin says. “Jane, you stare into the distance—like you’re seeing your future together. Adrian, stand behind her and wrap your arms around her. Then look at that same future.”

My mom and grandma ooh and ahh while Adrian’s friends say something snarky.

As his arms wrap around me, I melt on the spot like The Wicked Witch.

“Now take the veil,” Kevin says. “And snuggle under it.”

This is fake.

All fake.

“Kiss her shoulder, and we’ll put a balcony behind you,” Kevin says.

Fake, I tell myself.

Resting foreheads.

Fake.

Forehead kiss.

Fake.

Kiss from behind.

Fake or not, if Kevin doesn’t stop this soon, the next pose will be called Jane Climbs Adrian Like a Tree.

CHAPTER 32

ADRIAN

What’s this pose called? Downward Facing Doggie Style? Hard as a Mountain? Cock Tease Dolphin?

I have no idea, but there is a very real chance I’m going to end up with the worst case of blue balls ever recorded by a groom on his wedding day. Yet the torture-by-arousal continues for what feels like hours. Finally, when Yoda is about to explode, Kevin says that he has all the pictures he needs.

Perfect. Is there time for me to swing by the honeymoon suite and take an ice bath?

Nope. The wedding planner rushes in, panting, and informs us that we’re late for our preparations for the grand entrance.

I grab Jane’s hand as we’re shepherded out of the room, and then we “prepare,” which was a euphemism for hearing a boring lecture and waiting. Finally, the DJ announces that Mr. and Mrs. Westfield are about to walk together for the first time, and we enter to loud cheers and smiles all around.

As we’re seated at our honorary spots—made to look like thrones, of course—I see Jane’s jaw drop. Ah. She’s noticed. It took some string pulling, but there they are—a few of the actors from the cast of Bridgerton, dressed in their outfits from the show.

Before Jane can recover, the DJ speaks up.

“And now, the newlyweds will have their first dance… the waltz.”

Blushing, Jane beams at me.

I stand up and extend my hand to her. Soon, much to Yoda’s discomfort, we begin to waltz.

“Did I mention this is like a fairytale wedding?” Jane whispers into my ear after a spin turn.

“Maybe once,” I whisper back, and it takes all my willpower not to nibble on her dainty earlobe.

“Well, it is,” she says. “When I get married for real, I’m not even going to bother with a ceremony because there’s no way it will compare. I’ll just head over to City Hall and call it a day.”

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