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“Help me put them on,” I told them both. “But I’m taking them off when my feet start hurting.”
Victorious expressions crossed their eyes at the same moment. Freaking manipulators.
“Of course,” Kyran quickly said, noting I read them like an open book. “We want our niece healthy and not ruined by these expensive Christian Louboutin pumps.”
Tyran lowered down and helped me slide off my current white flats, then put one shoe on.
“How do you two know about Christian Louboutin anyhow?” I asked incredulously.
The two were killers, not shoe shoppers.
A fleeting shared gaze by the twins, before Tyran replied, “A friend.”
Needless to say, it had to be a girlfriend. And this was why I always thought these two shared a girlfriend. But it wasn’t like I’d ask and they’d answer. For two mischievous devils, Tyran and Kyran were notoriously private. While they shared a lot with me, their sex life was always off limits.
Hmmm, come to think of it, so was Aiden’s. None of them ever brought a girl home. And I had yet to see them with a girlfriend, although I heard others mentioned they’d see them with this girl or that girl.
“Now, you are perfect,” my brothers exclaimed.
Aiden lowered my veil before he offered me his arm. “We tossed a coin,” he admitted. “I won.”
He cheated,he meant but I didn’t say anything. I was just happy to have them with me. I looped my arm with his and we headed for the door when it opened to find about fifty people or so standing up.
“You guys know that something blue is actually to ward off infertility,” Áine remarked in a whisper, humor lacing her voice. I looked over my shoulder to find her talking to the twins.
“You–”
But before I could turn around and beat them with my bouquet, Aiden urged me forward.
Everyone waited. Watched. Smiled.
My brothers forgotten, I took a step forward and a collective, soft gasp filled the air.
My eyes found the man waiting at the end of the aisle. Help came from the most unlikely place.
His eyes were on me.
Candles lit the way, the evening sun glittered, shining through the darkness. Apparently, I became poetic in my pregnancy too.
My mind whispered.It’s fake. It’s fake. It’s fake.
But Luca’s expression was a bit too real. Butterflies worked overtime in the pit of my stomach. Luca met us before we reached the altar and a soft chuckle came from the front pew from his Nonno.
Maybe he was just playing his part. It didn’t feel like it, but then we were all good actors when we needed to be.
Cassio stood as his brother’s best man. Suddenly, I had a maid-of-honor. Yet, none of it mattered buthim.
Luca shook Aiden’s hand and then my brother lifted my veils and placed a soft kiss on my cheek.
“If he makes you cry, I’ll kill him and make you a widow.” The words were spoken in a whisper, but they echoed through the church.
Luca grinned and patted him on the back. I sighed, almost collapsing in fear. At least Luca took it as a joke. Although knowing Aiden, he was dead serious.
Then Luca offered me his hand and I took it. He always portrayed that confidence and while it annoyed me when we first met, it fed mine today. My steps were steady and my head held high as we closed the distance to the altar where the priest waited for us.
We faced each other. Spoke our words. Made our promises in front of God and witnesses.
Guilt twisted in my chest.This is fake. This is fake. This is–
