Page 115 of We Three Kings

Her own laughter and tears mingle with the other ladies while she nods. I could stare at her forever, but the appointment comes to an end and Bree returns to the dressing room. Her mom turns her focus to me, running her fingers over the dress in my lap.

“That’s adorable. Is it your bridesmaid dress?”

I hold up my find for her to see the design better. “What do you think? Bree and I talked about green, but they didn’t have any. I thought this one is pretty.”

“I think so too. You should try it on.”

I’m glad her mother approves. With everything so quick, I want her to be as involved as possible and like what we planned out.

Once Bree comes out in her regular clothes but still floating with joy, I switch places with her. They wait on the bench sipping champagne, and I slip behind the curtain.

A flutter quivers through my stomach from the thought of me trying on a wedding gown too someday. The way Balthazar talks that day will be sooner rather than later.

The bridesmaids dress slides on easily, fitting just right. I hope Bree likes it too.

I step out and twirl around to show her how playful the style is. She laughs and hops up, giving me the three-sixty.

“You look beautiful. The color is great with your skin and hair.”

Feeling silly, I spin one more time. “Sold!”

“Only to me, angel.”

I almost tumble hearing Balthazar’s voice. Bree jumps too.

He looks so handsome in his expensive suit and sexy smile. I bolt to him, and he catches me in his arms, squeezing me tight and nuzzling my neck.

Just like always, I can’t get enough of him and breathe deep, letting his cologne and his strength settle me. “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you.”

A chorus of ooh’s and ah’s echoes behind us, reminding me we have an audience. My face warms, and I attempt to release Balthazar and turn around. Instead, he tucks me into his side, making me feel loved and safe.

I remember my manners and introduce him to everyone. I blush even harder when Bree’s grandmother tells him he’s quite the looker, which I believe is a compliment the way everyone laughs and agrees.

Except Bree. Her smile is lukewarm. She’s still skeptical. Hopefully seeing me happy will help her come around and stop doubting him.

Needing to return the focus back to her and the wedding since this is her special time, I tell them I need to change before they kick us out because the shop is getting ready to close.

Balthazar growls when I climb out of his embrace and tips down to my ear. “Hurry or I’ll follow you in there knowing your naked only a few feet from me. I’d love to fuck you in front of these mirrors and watch you come from every angle.”

His threat is low enough only I can hear, I think. I hope.

I do hurry ignoring my throbbing pussy and aching nipples. I’d die if he came for me with Bree’s family here.

Balthazar

I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks of me. But Seraphina does so I restrain myself from following her into the dressing room and fucking her like my bride.

Instead, I grin and tolerate the questions the ladies pepper me with regarding my relationship with Seraphina. Radiating charm, of course, I win their approval with the truth—Seraphina is an angel and I’m a lucky bastard to have a girl like her.

The ploy works except on Bree. She continues to give me a suspicious scowl. No worries. I’m in this for the long haul and will win her over.

Seraphina exits the dressing room and practically floats to me. I can’t help but meet her halfway. The need to touch her overrides everything else.

I escort her to the counter and slide out my card, holding up the plastic so the clerk understands my meaning. “Everything they’ve selected.”

She nods and starts tapping keys on the register. “Yes sir.”

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