Page 16 of Mistletoe Missus
“It was my pleasure, Mr. Morgan, and congratulations to you both. You make a lovely couple,” Elliot said as he carried the briefcase toward the door and glanced back with a wave. “Merry Christmas.”
He departed through the double doors and out into the frosty morning. The breeze blew back at us, but I barely experienced the chill. Mitt had me as warm as logs smoking on the fire, and if I wasn’t careful, I might burn. Go up in a puff of smoke, but from the gleam in Mitt’s eyes, he’d go up in flames with me.
NINE
Merry Nuptials
Tinsley
The diamonds twinkled back at me as I glanced from the magnificent ring and back at Mitt. The greens, browns, and golds in his stare watched my every move as I took everything in. He studied me until he raised a hand, signaling my attention toward a door frame where a gorgeous wedding gown hung. Draped from a hanger in an off-white color, featuring a floral design scattered down the train, was a spectacular mermaid dress made of lace with a sweetheart neckline and a nude underbody.
“Mitt... It’s stunning,” I breathed in awe.
“And it’s all yours,” Mitt declared as he went over to the wedding dress and took it down from the door frame.
“This is way too much. I can’t accept this.”
My fingers grazed along the fabric and my eyes caught sight of the see-through corset with a lace design covering the bust area. The gown was a work of art, a masterpiece, and Mitt bought it for me. I thought back to the phone call on the flight. Not only had Mitt purchased a wedding ring, but a $100,000 bridal dress and that woman he spent his money on wasme.
“Vera Wang wouldn’t agree,” Mitt disagreed as he draped the gown over my arm with a dashing smile.
“Vera freaking Wang designed this!” I exclaimed with the sudden onset of dizziness.
Pull it together! Don’t pass out on your wedding day!This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, not a trip to the nearest hospital.
Mitt chuckled. “Yes.”
Mitt had put in extra efforts to make these unexpected nuptials the best it could be. He had surprised me more than any man had in my lifetime, and it hadn’t even been a full forty-eight hours. This had turned into an unforgettable experience, and I was on cloud nine. This might not be the wedding of my dreams, but Mitt Morgan was pulling all the stops to ensure it was close.
“Mitt, I—”
He interrupted, “I even made sure it’s in your size.”
Damn it, Tinsley! Don’t let your stubbornness get in the way! Just say yes to the dress!
I beamed. “Okay! I’ll go put it on.”
I searched around with excitement for the restroom and found it behind me. I didn’t turn back to show Mitt my misty eyes from the joy he had given to me. He had provided me with a precious gift on Christmas Day, and I only fought him the entire way. No more. I was through fighting this man and his gracious gestures. He could’ve let me experience my dream day with a flash of our IDs and our signatures on our marriage license, but he hadn’t. He had done everything in his power to ensure this day was perfect. Mitt was full of surprises, and I wondered what else he had up his sleeves as I undressed. The gown slid over my head and glided over every curve of my body.
Mitt was right. The dress was an exact fit and tears fell down my cheeks. I was a beautiful bride, about to embark on the greatest day of my life, but something was missing. Someone wasn’t here. My best friend, Holly.
I wanted to wait until after the marriage was complete. I was afraid of how she’d take the news, and I fought the urge to tell her. Holly was everything to me, my ride or die. She had been through everything with me when I had no one, and I’d be a wreck without her. Screw this. Holly had to know.
I wiped my tears away at the sentimental moment and pulled my cell phone out of my oversized purse. My trembling fingers found her number and hit the call button.Answer the phone, Holly. Don’t let this be one of those times where I go straight to voicemail.
The line rang once, twice, and Holly answered, “Girl! Where have you been?”
I exhaled. “Oh, thank God you picked up.”
Relief fell over me, but anxiety built right back up. I was about to reveal my whereabouts and who I was with. I was going to tell Holly I was marrying billionaire Mitt Morgan, and I’m standing here in a Vera Wang dress!
“I’ve been worried sick about you!”
“I’m okay. I’m sorry, but I—”
Holly interrupted, “I went to your place. You weren’t there. I went to—”
“Holly! Stop talking. I need to tell you something.”
