Page 92 of Sinful Wrath

“I got all sorts of fun presents from the girls for me to use on our wedding night.” I bite my lower lip as I watch Mikhail’s dark eyes go half-lidded.

“Oh yeah?”

I fight the urge to rub my thighs together as he sinks his fingers intomy waist.

“Some of them are very scandalous, even for me.”

“Well, now I’m intrigued…”

“But right now, you need to leave. The dresses will be arriving soon, and I don’t want you to see.”

“Sure you don’t need my help getting undressed?” He runs his nose along my jaw.

I playfully slap him on the shoulder as my cheeks start to burn.

“Maybe later…”

“I look forward to it.”

By the time we set the guys up with some pizza and dessert, the doorbell rings.

Bianca squeals, jumping to her feet. “That will be Clara with the dresses!”

She ushers them out of the room.

Mikhail gives me one last heated look before following behind his brother and cousin, and I find myself already missing him.

A few minutes later, a woman with bright red hair and lipstick to match appears carrying armfuls of garment bags. She might be the most elegant woman I’ve ever seen, wearing a tight fitting black dress and a pair of red stilettos.

She introduces herself to me, and we get to work opening up all the dresses and hanging them on a railing that Bianca materializes out of thin air. She even has the long mirror that’s normally hanging in the foyer brought into the room so I can see the dress at all angles.

I swear she needs to go into party planning because she has thought ofeverything.

Clara tucks her flaming hair behind her ears. “Now, I chose a few based on the pictures that Bianca sent through, and then I added in a few extras just in case you changed your mind about the styles. A lot of women have an idea ofthe sort of thing they want but once they try it on, they realize they want something else.” She laughs. “Keeps my job interesting!”

Turns out, Clara is right as the first two dresses are a bust. Where I thought the big skirt and the sequins would make me look like a princess, it actually turned me into a giant meringue.

“Yeah, this one’s a no.”

Clara leads me back into the downstairs bathroom to help me change. “Not to worry, there’re plenty more options.”

As I walk into the room wearing the fifth dress, the girls all gasp in unison as I move to stand in front of the mirror.

“I think this is it.” I run my hands over the delicate lace overlay.

Unlike the other options, this one has a more bohemian style and with my hair loose around my shoulders, it feels so much more me than I expected.

Elle sighs. “Oh, Lucia, you look so beautiful.”

I turn around to face the girls and each one of them is wearing an expression of awe as they take me in wearing the dress.

“It’s perfect.” Zara has her hands on her chest.

“Are you sure?” I look down at the dress.

“Oh, this is definitelythedress.”

I find myself looking at Bianca, but she’s just as emotional-looking as the others.

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