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I've never seen such a charming smile before. I've never seen anyone laugh so sincerely.

"You know you're invited too, right?" "What?" I am surprised.

"Ami, you are my friend and I will need you, please," he looks at me with pleading eyes, "come to my wedding."

I swallow my saliva hard. He is asking me for the hardest thing in my life. To come to his wedding? To watch the person you're in love with marry someone else?

With the same enthusiasm, I could have jumped off a bridge head first.

"Sebastian will be there too. Oh, and Boyko, of course." That's great. That's really great. The crazy trio and me.

"Yes," I squeeze out a smile, "of course I will come. Will you have a theme or can I wear any dress?"

"You can wear anything, you'll be beautiful anyway," he looks at me with his penetrating brown eyes.

He looks at me so warmly that I can feel this warmth in my chest. I am hopeless.

And hopelessly in love.

Chapter 25

"Enough," Sebastian moans.

It was a bad idea to ask my brother to help me pick out my dress.

"Shut up, or you'll have to stop by the emergency room on the way to the wedding."

He rolls his eyes.

"The wedding is in three hours, and you've decided to pick out a dress just now."

"Well, I'm sorry, I've been swamped this week, I haven't had time to shop, and I have a lot of new dresses."

Actually, I didn't know if I would even go to Danylo's wedding.

Sebastian takes out his phone and texts someone with a silly smile on his face.

Task number two hundred and forty-three for today: find out about Sebastian's secret girlfriend!

"I think I’ve decided," I say and take a white silk dress out of the closet.

"Finally," Sebastian sighs again.

"I promise, I will hear you sigh again, and you will be sitting in a wheelchair in the photos with the groom."

"Why?"

"Because your legs will be broken."

Sebastian leaves the room and I put on the dress. It's brand new so it's perfect. It hugs my figure, almost reaching my ankles, with a small cutout on my chest and a corset around my waist. I'm wearing black Saint Laurent heels, a gift from my mother. I know they are terribly expensive, but at least now I will have a reason to wear them.

"Come in," I shout to Sebastian, and he comes in.

By the way, I must admit he looks great. He is wearing a suit from the new Prada collection (his favourite brand). Black pants and a black jacket with an unusual cut. Black buttons are intertwined in a chaotic manner. There is a black shirt underneath, but it is almost invisible. He looks as if he himself opened this Prada show. And of course, he's wearing his favourite sunglasses. It doesn't matter that we're indoors.

"You are beautiful."

"We look like two secret agents," I laugh.

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