Page 83 of Lords of Ruin: Savage

“Never that, babycakes.” Jasmine purrs, her hand roaming over the girl’s waist.

I clear my throat looking expectantly between them two. Her eyes flicker down to my left hand and her face twists in fury.

“And where is your ring?” She snarls, eyes flickering to Vincent with pure rage in them. “You did not propose to my bestie without a fucking ring!”

“Woah, no and yes.” I say jumping between the two. “The first time he proposed there was a beautiful princess cut diamond adorned with pearls and the second time he was in therapy and there was a huge ring, I promise!”

“And where is it now?” Jasmine snarls.

“Being resized. His mother’s finger is smaller than mine.” I shrug, and Jasmine swoons.

“His mother’s ring?!” She squeals.

“His mother’s ring.” I confirm, nodding and she lets go of the girl next to her to do a happy dance.

The girl next to her clears her throat, a large smile on her face.

“Oh! Willow, this is my girlfriend Brooke.” Jasmine nods. “And Brookie, this is my best friend Willow.”

“Hey there, sugar.” Brooke smiles, pulling me in for a hug. She smells like cinnamon and sugar. I almost lick my lips at the delicious scent, but that’s not all; she is stunning—curves in all the right places, her deep red hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders. She looks like she belongs draped across a velvet chaise in some Renaissance painting, all soft lines and wicked smiles.

“The pleasure is all mine.” I nod, pulling back from her. “I heard you made this one settle down.”

“Oh yeah,” she nods. “I lassoed this pretty girl up.”

“Did I mention she’s also a cowgirl?” Jasmine giggles, nuzzling the curve of her neck. Brooke lets out a soft laugh, her voice rich and smooth like honey.

“Shut up,” Brooke giggles, rolling her eyes as blush creeps up her neck.

“Three time international horseback riding champion!” Jasmine teases, snaking her arms around Brooke’s waist. I smile because I don’t think I’ve ever seen my bestie this happy before in my life.

“No bragging, Jas! We’re here for wedding dress shopping!” Brooke chastises.

“Ugh, I love to see two women in love,” Rudy swoons. “I’m Rudy, the college bestie. Sophie is over there clutching the Vera Wang.”

“Hey, girl,” Sophie says mindlessly before squealing and pulling a laced slip dress into her chest.

Vincent chuckles. “Lindsey, put everything on my tab.”

“Oh, please,” Brooke walks up with a small smile on her face. “Allow me. It’ll be my wedding present to you.”

“There is no need.” Vincent waves a smirk on his face as he pulls out an Amex Black card.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Brooke pulls out hers as well. “You know they make multiples, right?”

A large smile spreads across my lips, as a small chuckle escapes. “Oh, I think I love this girl.”

“What did you say your last name was again?” Vincent queries moving an inch closer to her.

“I didn’t,” Brooke smiles, damn near blinding me with her pearly whites. “du Pont. Brooke du Pont.”

“Holy shit,” Rudy gasps. “As in ‘the founding family of New Orleans’ du Pont?”

“The one and only, baby,” she smiles, before turning back to Vincent with pursed lips. “Now can I buy my girlfriend’s best friend her wedding dress?”

“By all means, Miss du Pont. Please do.”

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