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“Well, that’s good then because I have a stylist who will be here tomorrow to help get you ready.”

“What about a dress?”

“She will be bringing a rack of dresses for you to choose from.”

I can’t help but smile. “You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?”

“Do you want all the details?” He smirks.

“I’d rather be surprised if that’s all right.”

“Perfect.” He kisses me softly.

“Now take me to bed, Mr. O’Reilly,” I demand.

“My pleasure, Mrs. O’Reilly.”

I wake up,stretching as the sun shines into the room.

Today’s the day.

I can’t help but smile thinking about everything that’s about to happen.

I open my eyes and a steaming mug of coffee sits on the nightstand with a single rose laying next to it. Sitting up, I grab the flower, bringing it to my nose with a smile on my face. Setting it down next to me, I reach for the coffee.

“He’s thought of everything,” I whisper to myself.

I enjoy my cup of coffee before crawling out of bed. I head into the bathroom and take a quick shower. Scrubbing myself from head to toe. As I get out of the shower, I reach for the silk robe hanging on the back of the door. After slipping it on, I go through my skincare routine but don’t put on any makeup. As I come out of the bedroom, a box sitting on the bed catches my attention.

“That wasn’t there earlier.”

Opening the box, I push aside the tissue paper and see a note sitting on top of some beautiful green lingerie. I lightly touch the set completely in love with it and him. I reach for the note and read it.

A ghrá,

I know traditionally the bride would wear white. But I’m a selfish man and would love to see you in green. I’ll see you soon, Mrs. O’Reilly, on the edge of the cliff.

Your husband,

Killian

“Knock, knock.”

I turn and see a beautiful woman with mocha-colored skin standing at the door.

“Can I help you?” I ask.

She offers me a warm smile. “More like I’m here to help you,” she teases. “Mr. O’Reilly told me where to find you. I’m Cam, and I’m here to help you get ready today. I have two racks of wedding dresses downstairs waiting for you to choose from, and all the makeup and hair products we could possibly need.”

“So you’re like my own wedding day fairy godmother?” I quip, making us both laugh.

“Most definitely. Now let’s get started, I can’t wait to see what you choose.”

I follow her down the stairs and into the formal living room.

“Mr. O’Reilly told me to set up in here.” She waves toward the room, filled to the brim with everything we could need.

“Well hello,” I murmur under my breath, eyeing the racks.

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