Page 11 of Rose Red (Once Upon a Happy Ever After 4)

“Don’t worry,” she said when I eyed the black eye shadow she packed onto a brush. “I studied under some fantastic makeup artists before I decided fashion was my true calling. I know what I’m doing.” When she was done I looked like me on my very best day with twenty hours of sleep.

“Wow,” said Alicia. “Let’s get you into this dress without messing up all their hard work. The three of them slipped the dress over my shoulders, zipped me up and twirled me around to the mirror without misplacing a single hair.

“Whoa,” I said to myself in the mirror. The dress fit me like a dream, hugging and draping every place it should.

Alicia smiled. “Okay, let’s get those shoes on you and get you married to your Princes.”

Chapter Ten

Chase

The three impromptu bridesmaids ran down the beach, hiding Abigail behind them. I glanced at Luca, busy doing his best not to tear up. The bridesmaids filled off to the other side of the officiant and I swear I got lightheaded at the sight of her.

I wanted to run to her. To pick her up and spin her around and kiss her until she couldn’t breathe. But I stayed right where I was, eyes glued on only her as she met us at the makeshift altar.

I don’t remember what the officiant said. It could have been in Spanish for all I cared. All I remember was how beautiful Abigail looked, saying yes, Luca saying yes and being the happiest man on the planet.

Then we posed for what seemed like an eternity to get all the pictures Abigail wanted. But soon enough we were back in our own room, ripping the dress off her claiming her mouth, her neck, her body as our own.

“This is the happiest day of my life,” I said as I bent her over, dropped to my knees and feasted on her delicious little pussy. Luca slid his cock in her mouth just as I made her come so hard she had to

scream around it. I took that as my cue to bury myself balls-deep in her warm, wet, tightness, holding on one hip for leverage as I thumbed at her perfect little ass. She moaned around him again when I plundered her tight little hole. She was so ready. I nodded at Luca and we repositioned her so she was now straddling my hips. She settled right down onto my cock.

Luca came up behind her and slid slowly into her ass.

“Oh God!” she screamed as we filled her up. We fucked her, slow and steady until she screamed and panted, riding us like a wild thing. Her spasms threw us over the edge and we all came together as husband, husband, and wife.

We dozed for a while tangled in each other, petting and whispering our undying love to each other. Then we did it again.

The next morning we had brunch on the hotel patio. Everyone from the wedding was there, sharing stories of how they met, toasting us, and eating our respective weight in paella.

“I suppose this is what I get for sheltering you two so long.”

Richard Snow, Abigail’s father stood at the patio door, arms crossed, brow furrowed. I stole a quick glance at my new wife. She was as white as a sheet. So was her sister for that matter.

“Daddy,” she started but he held a hand up stopping her words.

“No. This is my fault.” He shook his head and the tension grew so thick you could almost see it. “It’s my fault you had to hide, it’s my fault you had to dodge media attention, it’s my fault you never trusted me to tell me you were truly in love. I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

Abigail’s jaw almost hit the table. I didn’t blame her, I was just as shocked as she was.

He continued. “When you called me last night I assumed you were joking, or at the very least not so serious you’d fly off and get married within the day. When I heard that a jet was chartered and all your friends were on the manifesto, I knew I had to step in. I felt you were in no way mature enough to handle such a public and controversial marriage. But then I started getting calls from everyone in Manhattan telling me what a good daughter I had, and how it was so remarkable the way she handled the Page Six leak.”

Richard Snow came out of the shadows, into the full sunlit patio and took a seat across from the three of us. “I was wrong. I was so, so wrong. I love you, I love you both,” he glanced at Alicia a moment, then back to Abigail. “Darling daughter, you have my blessing.”

Abigail squealed, hopped up from the table and ran into her father’s arms.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She pulled away, red-faced, teary eyed, but happier than I’d ever seen her.

Belle raised her glass. “To the father of the bride!”

“Here, here!” Glasses clinked, smiles were shared, and love was ever lasting.

Epilogue

Abby

It was everything I’d ever hoped for. More so. I got to live happily ever after with not one but two of the smartest, most beautiful, caring men in the world. And we got to share our honeymoon with all our friends. My father was so moved by our happiness not only did he give us his blessing, he even let Alicia off the hook for falling for his right-hand man, Liam.

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