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I stood in front of the full-length mirror while Franco placed the veil he made me on my head.

“I will say, I do believe I outdid myself even more this time around.”

“You did, Franco. Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome, love. Are you ready to become Mrs. Westin Carter?” He held out his arm.

“I am.” I grinned as I hooked my arm around his.

As soon as the music began playing, Franco and I slowly walked down the long aisle. I gulped as I stared at my future husband, who stood there with a smile on his face. Instantly, I stopped.

“Anna, what are you doing?” Franco asked in a whisper.

“I’m sorry, Franco,” I spoke as I kissed his cheek, handed him my bouquet, and kicked off my shoes.

Picking up my dress, I ran down the aisle with a smile on my face and right into the arms of my handsome husband-to-be. He laughed as he picked me up and swung me around.

“I love you.” I smiled.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

“Are you ready to marry me?” I asked.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life. Let’s do this.”

“Brilliant, darling. This is why I love you,” Franco whispered as he handed me my shoes and bouquet.

Our ceremony was beautiful, and after taking several wedding pictures, we headed to our reception, which was held at the Mandarin Oriental. We partied the night away with our friends and family and then headed up to our honeymoon suite for a night neither one of us would ever forget. In the morning, we’d leave for our honeymoon. Two weeks of just us. No business, no phones, nothing. Just us, Bora Bora, and Bali.

Chapter Thirty-Five

SIX MONTHS LATER

Anna

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Francine,” I said as I grabbed my purse and walked out of the shop.

As I walked down the street to the drugstore, my belly started to flutter with nerves as I entered through the door and looked up at the signs that hung above each aisle. Found it—aisle four. I stood in front of the shelf and looked at the vast amounts of pregnancy tests that were staring back at me. I was confused. It shouldn’t be this hard. My God, why were there so many different ones? This was ridiculous. I carefully looked at each one: digital results, rapid results, week indicator results, colored results, word results, and smart countdown results. My head was spinning, for I knew nothing about pregnancy tests. I walked up to the front of the store and grabbed a small basket. Taking it back to aisle four, I grabbed a few different ones off the shelf and threw them in the basket. Then I hit the candy aisle and grabbed a couple of Hershey bars, a bag of M&M’s for Wes, and a couple of packs of Reese’s peanut butter cups for us to share.

As soon as I stepped into the penthouse, Wes came walking from his study.

“Did you get one?” he asked as he kissed me.

“It was overwhelming, so I got a few.” I opened the bag and showed him.

“Hmm. Do you really think you need that many?”

“I don’t know. Why not?” I smiled. “I’ll just pee on them all.”

He stuck his hand in the bag and pulled out his M&M’s.

“For me?”

“Of course. We’re going to need to snack while we wait.”

“Great idea. Shall we?” He held out his hand.

“We shall.” I placed my hand in his and we walked upstairs.

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