Page 101 of Grand Love

Nina

The four ofus seem to lose all thought.

“Holy hotness hell.” Scarlet pants, fanning herself.

The three of them are in varying styles of tuxes. Elliot’s is navy and seems to have a slight shine to it, as if it’s textured. Lance’s is all black, the jacket, shirt and bow tie, and his tattoos peek out of his sleeves and collar. And Charlie’s looks like velvet, a dark jade shade that does absolutely everything a woman needs it to. They look fucking delicious.

“Boys, you look—”

“Fit!” Elliot finishes for me, pulling on his lapels.

“I was going to say handsome.”

“Handsome is what my granny would call me.”

“It’s perfect!” Scarlet bounces on the spot with excitement. “Can we go pick dresses, Luce? I’m dying to see what you picked out for us.”

“Yes! Boys, go get changed then carry on with these bags. You take one gift from each plate and add it. Charlie, you can tie the bows, I don’t trust the other two,” Lucy orders.

“You got it, boss,” Charlie says, smirking at Elliot and Lance as he claps them both on the back.

Scarlet dashes into the kitchen on our way out of the room. “I’ll get a bottle of bubbles. Will be right up.”

Megan leads us up the stairs, jogging at pace as her excitement grows. “I was nervous about the dresses but after seeing how spot on you got the boys, now I’m just flipping excited to see what you’ve picked out for us.”

“Well, that’s pressure.”

“I have every bit of faith in you.” Megan grins down at her as we meet her at the top.

“But you didn’t,” Lucy snaps.

“How do you two live together, still?” I laugh.

“She brings me coffee, and breakfast in bed every day.” Megan shrugs.

“I actually miss my morning coffee from you, Luce. Maybe I should move back with you girls.”

“Umm, absolutely not. I love your son, but we barely have enough room for the two of us.” Megan cringes.

“I was joking.”

We file into the room that Scarlet sent us to in the west wing. The garment bags are hung on the back of the divider and me and Megan waste no time unzipping them.

“Wait for Scar!” Lucy scolds us.

“Snooze you lose!” Megan squeals as she unzips the first bag, revealing a gold sequin dress. “Holy fuck balls!”

“That’s mine!” Lucy states, moving to stand in front of us so she can unzip them herself. “Nina, that’s yours.” She hands me a bag. “Megan.”

Megan snatches it and kisses Lucy’s cheek. “Ahhh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I hope mine is as nice as yours!”

“Of course, it is,” she tuts.

I leave them to their bickering and lay the bag down on the bed.

“Oh my fucking god, yes!” Megan holds a red embellished dress up against her. It’s off the shoulder and falls straight from the waist with a thigh-high slit on either side. It’s seductive but classy, almost alluring, maybe. It’s very Megan. She starts stripping in the middle of the room.

“Megs, you do realise that Scar had the divider put up for us to change behind?”

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