Page 34 of Sincerely, Your Inconvenient Wife

“We really don’t have to. I’m all in, but I completely understand if you’ve changed your mind. Just say the word and—”

“No. We’re doing this.” I let go of her arm, backing toward the door. “I’ll leave you to get ready. The officiant will be here in an hour.”

She chewed on her bottom lip. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. See you soon.”

I closed the door, leaving her alone, and walked upstairs to get dressed for my wedding.

Chapter Eleven

Saoirse

Lucawaspacingtheliving room, a beer bottle dangling between his fingers. Every once in a while, he stopped to take a sip, then started pacing again.

He hadn’t noticed me standing there, so I took a moment to look at him. My almost husband.

He’d changed from jeans and a T-shirt into a suit. Not the kind he wore to the office either. In a deep-burgundy three-piece with a black shirt and tie, he looked like he’d stepped off a runway. The jacket was fitted to his broad shoulders and tapered waist to within an inch of its life, and I had a feeling if I lifted the back, his trousers would mold lovingly to his ass.

“What are you wearing?”

Luca’s loud, abrupt bark made me jump. My tongue was stuck to the roof of my dry mouth. My heart was fluttering wildly in my chest. I pressed my hand over it as if that would do anything to calm it.

Luca dropped his beer on his glass coffee table and strode toward me, his brow heavy and low. “I asked what you’re wearing, Saoirse.”

I looked down at my dress to ensure I hadn’t unknowingly spilled anything on it. I’d been careful, but things happened. Not this time, though. The pink slip dress fell, sleek and silky, over my body, nearly reaching the ground.

“It’s a dress, Luca.”

He stopped two feet from me, raking his gaze over me. “I didn’t expect you to wear a gown.”

“Are you mad?”

His jaw worked from side to side for several beats before he shook his head. “You caught me off guard, that’s all.”

“Well...” I swiveled from side to side so the fabric swished around my legs, “I thought, since this will be my only wedding, why not do it up? There are only so many chances a girl has to wear a silky pink dress.”

“There’s a flower in your hair,” he blurted.

I touched the silk orchid tucked over one ear with my fingertips. “I know. Isn’t it pretty?”

His eyes narrowed into slits. “You’re taking this a lot more seriously than I assumed you would.”

“I know. You thought I’d wear flip-flops. But, like I said, this is my one and only wedding, so I went a little over the top. Besides, look at you in your suit. I bet your tailor worked overtime to make you look like that.”

“Like what?” He tugged on the knot of his tie, still eyeing me like I was the enemy.

“Handsome, Luca. You look incredible, and you make that suit look good.”

He turned his head, staring out the wall of windows. “Thank you.”

“And?”

His attention slowly returned to me. “And…what?”

I did a smooth pirouette, allowing him to see the draping that exposed my back to the base of my spine.

I blinked at him over my shoulder, pleased to find he was rapt by the sight of me. “Do I look nice, Luca?”

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