Page 56 of Engaging with Her Enemy

“This isn’t about dating Trevor, although I do agree with Ms. Iris that the man is gorgeous. But your sullen mood isn’t going to stop me from pushing. You would do the same with me.” That's why she kept her emotions reigned in, so no one had a reason to ask. “It's about Dewey. I've noticed it. You avoid eye contact but watch him when he isn’t looking. Was there something between you?Isthere something between you? Because I’m all for it. Cameron would have a massive stroke with Dewey being his best friend, and I don’t know about Juliana, but I think you’d make a cute couple.”

“No.” But her cheeks flushed. Her and Juliana were cursed with beautiful eyes and a complexion that blushed easily. “We don't have anything in common. And, like I said, I need to concentrate on myself and raising Carrie.”

“I still don’t believe there’s nothing there.”

“Please,” Eliza began, her hand reaching out and holding onto Becky's arm. “Just drop it. Nothing is going on. I promise.”

But she wishes there was. Becky recognized that painfully in love look. She'd worn it herself the first few weeks before she’d given in to her attraction to Hudson.

“I'll stay out of it for now. But whatever is going on, you should know that I don't think it's one-sided. Hudson already asked me about the way Dewey watches you.”

Eliza blinked, but no other emotion registered.

Giving up for the moment, Becky pulled out a dress. “What about this one?”

“For you, absolutely. I don't think Ms. Iris would want that much cleavage showing. That brings me to my own snooping question. Have you and Hudson talked about marriage?”

Damn. She hadn't even confessed to him that she loved him. “No. We haven't.”

Eliza raised her eyebrows. “Oh, you're willing to poke your nose into my business, but you get cranky when someone does the same to you. Do you know how alike you and Cameron really are?”

Becky let her head drop forward dramatically. “No. Anything but that.”

“So, ladies, I have Iris settled. Where should we begin?” Charity seemed a little more at ease. Maybe she'd taken a big sip of the champagne herself.

“Full coverage on top, but maybe with lace,” Eliza began. “My mom wore an all silk dress in a bright white. I don't think he'd like to be reminded of that. I say cream or maybe a blush?”

Charity grimaced. “Blush might wash her out. I have a pretty silver gray that might look nice.”

“Great,” Becky said. She pulled out another gown. White. A simple straight lined bust. Strapless. A-Line. A matte satin. “And pull this one. It's not for Ms. Iris.”

Charity eyed Becky. “With your height, I don't think that is the best silhouette.”

“Not for me.” She winked at Eliza. “This is for Juliana.”

Eliza covered her mouth. “Oh. Absolutely. Yes.”

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Hudson checked his phone.

Guess who got a wedding dress?

His mouth ran dry.Why did it scare the shit out of him and excite him at the same time to hope it was Becky? He wanted them to get married. Wanted to see her walk down the aisle to him. But he still needed to get her to say “yes.”

“What's wrong?” Cameron leaned over and read the screen. “Damn. You proposed to Becky and didn't tell us?”

“No. I'm going to, but I haven't yet.”

Cameron wiped down the counter. “Leave it to Becky to beat someone to it. Good luck with her.”

A picture popped up.

It wasn't Becky.

Or Ms. Iris.

Juliana, crying, stood in a wedding dress that fit her perfectly. “Well, I'm not going to break the news to Grayson.”

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