Page 32 of Sinful Lies

“Of course, I am,” I lie.

“You’ve been dreaming about this moment ever since you were a little girl.” She offers me a reassuringsmile.

“Now that it’s actually happening, I see all of this as irrelevant.” I wrinkle my nose.

“What do you mean?”

“My love for Dimitri is what matters,” I lie. “Not how big the wedding is.”

“Who knew Zara, the ice queen, had such a mushy side.” Emily laughs. “Though, if my fiancé looked anything like Dimitri, I would turn into a lovesick puppy too.”

“I am not lovesick.” I glare at my sister in the mirror. She’s lounging on a pale cream chaise lounge, a glass of sparkling cider in her hand.

“Uh, have you seen the way you eye fuck him?”

“Emily,” I hiss. “I do not eye fuck him.”

“Hey, I’m not judging! The guy is drop dead gorgeous.”

Bianca chuckles, shaking her head as she grins at my sister.

“The Koslovs are a ridiculously attractive family.”

“The youngest one is cute…” Emily muses. “What’s his name again? Daniel?”

I glare at her. “It’s Danil, and he’s too old for you.”

Emily scowls, flicking her blonde ponytail over her shoulder. “I’m nineteen.”

“Exactly.” The last thing I need is for my baby sister to get caught up with the Koslovs. If anything happened to her, I would never forgive myself.

The heavy, pink, satin curtain is pulled across, and Clara appears carrying yet more boxes of shoes in her arms.

“How are we getting on?” She has a bright smile on. She’s effortlessly elegant, with her dark red hair swept up into a sleek updo, and she’s wearing a black, fitted dress and the highest heels I’ve ever seen.

“This one is perfect.” Emily sighs.

“Perhaps a bit too much lace.” I run my hands over the skirt again.

“Not a problem.” She flashes me a smile. “We can try something a little simpler.”

It takes both Clara and Bianca to help me out of the dress, the huge skirt taking up most of the dressing room.

I’m sweating as I step into the next one, my flushed cheeks doing little to help my tired complexion.

Clara finishes fastening up the next dress—a tight fitting ivory satin gown that hugs my curves. “Have you thought about colors for the bridesmaids?”

“Uh…” I glance at Bianca, and she grins.

“Lilac. It’s your favorite color.”

I force a smile. “Right… Lilac.”

“We have a few different styles to choose from that come in the most stunning lilac color. Let me see what we have in stock, and we can always order others in if you don’t like any of the styles.”

“Thank you,” I choke out.

The moment Clara disappears behind the curtain in search of options for the bridesmaids, I stumble off the raised platform in front of the mirror.

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