Page 215 of Savage Suit
“Oh, my goodness,” Alessia breathed as the two of them stood on each side of me, assessing me. “You look lovely, Ry.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, unable to believe the woman staring back in the mirror was me.
“Logan should be here in a little while. I can’t wait until everyone sees you,” Quinn said, tearing up. She bit her lip and bowed her head. “For your sake, I wish Mom and Dad could, too.”
I sighed, wondering how my parents would’ve reacted to my appearance and my wedding in general. I wanted to believe they’d be proud and happy, but I just didn’t know.
“You both are stunning in your gowns, too,” I said, changing the subject.
Quinn, my maid of honor, had her now green hair slicked back into a sleek ponytail that revealed her soft-glam makeup and dangling pearl earrings. She’d dyed her hair last week just for today, as my wedding colors were green and purple to pay homage to our New Orleans heritage. Originally, I wanted a Mardi Gras wedding, so the colors made more sense, but unfortunately, the chips hadn’t fallen that way. Everyone in my wedding party had chosen their own gowns. My only requirement was the shade of the dress adhering to my wedding colors.
Quinn matched her column dress to her hair. It had an interesting strap situation with the right side off-the-shoulder, The left overlapped with the right strap and covered that side’s collarbone. Somehow it worked, though. The straps created a unique neckline that revealed some of Quinn’s cleavage, while the left slit exposed some of her long legs and the plain black pumps she wore.
Alessia, one of my bridesmaids, had opted for a sleeveless purple gown that covered more skin than Quinn’s. There was no slit, and some of the fabric pooled at the bottom, concealing her feet. The one thick, diagonal strap was relatively plain. She wore her hair in a simple chignon, her makeup enhancing her natural beauty and showing off the pearl earrings identical to Quinn’s.
Knocking at the door interrupted our examination of one another, and Quinn hurried to it.
“Who is it?” she called.
“Logan,” my little brother responded.
Quinn opened the door and allowed him to enter, grinning when he paused upon sight of me.
“Doesn’t she look gorgeous?”
Logan nodded. “You look amazing, Ryan. Noah is lucky to have you,” he declared, aiming a heartfelt smile at me.
“Thank you,” I said, returning his smile.
My brother was so happy nowadays, looking up to Noah like he never had Timothe or Dakota. Noah had taken Logan and Nathaniel under his wing, bringing them on at Keegan Enterprises to personally guide them, despite Logan’s intentions to become a marine biologist.
“Are you nervous?” Logan asked.
I shook my head. “Not at all.”
Euphoria superseded my nerves. Knowing I would be legally and spiritually bound to the man I loved overshadowed any anxieties.
A moment before Reid pushed open the door, he said, “Knock, knock.”
Quinn grinned at him, her kiss stealing his attention.
When I cleared my throat, they separated. “What’s up?” I asked, nodding to the envelope in his hand.
Grinning, he looked at me. “I have to talk to you.”
“No,” Quinn said flatly. “It’s her wedding day. Don’t come in here with bullshit. You should be lining up as a groomsman to march instead of tormenting my sister.”
“I have important documents for you to sign,” he said, staring at me and ignoring Quinn, even when she poked him.
“What?” I asked, suspicious, exchanging a glance with Alessia.
Noah never mentioned a prenup to me. Yet, that had been a small bone of contention between him and Nathaniel because of Alessia.
“Are you going to sign it?” Quinn demanded. By the outrage in her tone, she suspected the same thing.
“I just need five minutes, Ryan,” Reid pressed.
Nausea was churning in my belly. For a moment, I thought I’d throw up, my disappointment was so great.La Nostalgiehad been a roaring success. Its limited run would wrap up in two weeks. The day after Noah and I reconciled, I received word Sauncier won the Amage contract. I cried for hours. My contract with KMG had once again been restructured. Instead of six months, it was reduced to three. WhenLa Nostalgieended, I would be out of a job.
