Page 30 of Talk About… Secrets
Fuck, I hated this.
Then Celine walked up, wearing a microdress that showed her ample breasts and just ghosted the top of her thighs, barely hiding any of her assets.
“Oh, hello there,” she purred, giving him a sultry smile as she pushed herself to the front, shoving her chest out. “I’ve got a pack but you would certainly fit right in with them. What’s one more?”
“Hey now, babe,” a man behind her protested, though he had a smirk on his face that was outright disgusting as he looked Beck up and down.
God, my family is embarrassing… and a bit trashy.
Fuck, I wished Sidney was here already. I needed a damn ally. One I didn’t have to hide from.
“Everyone, if we could have you move to the dining room we will be serving drinks and appetizers in there,” a woman called out. Hailey was smiling up at her in relief, which meant this was probably her normal wedding planner we were waiting for.
Thank god. One less thing to stress about.
Everyone moved to the dining room making it a lot easier to breathe. It also made me easier to find.
“After you,” Cade said just as Drew walked up. The men locked eyes and I watched on nervously as Drew’s narrowed. Cade kept his smile friendly, at least.
“I’m Drew, friend of the groom and Grace’s childhoodbestfriend. You are?”
The alpha was one hundred percent trying to stake a claim where he didn’t belong.
Not anymore.
He hadn’t spoken to me in far too many years to count as anything.
“I’m a groomsman, and one of Grace’scurrentfriends,” he said easily, dismissing him with a wave to the dining room. “Drinks are in here.”
He steered me around the alpha and into the dining room. I knew he had questions.
Hell, so did I.
Grace
Avoiding Drew was becoming a full-time job. Thankfully, there was enough to keep me busy between Hailey and the wedding planner, and running interference with my cousins.
Though, now I was walking into the boutique for our dress fitting with Bianca and Celine both at our side. Hailey looked ready to bolt and I was ready to throw a fist. They’d already complained about the venue, the shop, and our dress quality and we hadn’t even talked to the workers yetorseen our dresses.
My mom and aunt were right behind us, and no matter how many times my mom pretended to just be keeping the peace, she was forever my aunt’s biggest accomplice.
Honestly, I hated to think what she said about us when we weren’t listening. Probably just agreeing with it all like Hailey hadn’t let us all have free will in picking dresses, something I just knew she’d regret.
Mom’s dress was a pretty pink that matched Hailey’s wedding colors, my aunt’s was in a shade of soft purple. But Bianca and Celine had both avoided sending in a picture to Hailey for approval.
“Welcome in! I’m glad to have you ladies here. Hailey, I just steamed your dress and it is stunning. Let’s start with you,” the same woman who helped us last time said as she welcomed us in. Tracey was the sweetest beta and helped to calm some of the stress as she took over.
While she rushed Hailey off we took our seats near a small runway. My eyes welled up in tears as my sister stepped out, the picture of a princess. The dress was fluffy and gorgeous, the ivory shade beautiful on her.
“Stunning,” I said, voice cracking.
“Yes, you look just like a little cake topper,” Celine said with a snide giggle. I shot her a glare as my mom got all weepy.
“It’s perfect,” I said louder, making sure she knew how amazing she looked. If they were going to be assholes, I’d cheer even fucking louder.
Hailey had a soft smile on her face as she spun in a small circle, taking it in from all angles.
“No one better say another negative word,” I hissed, just loud enough they heard me but not my sister. “I’m not afraid to put you in your places. Fucking, try me.”
