Chapter Eighteen

We are being driven in the limousine Leah had hired for us to take us to our honeymoon destination. It is my first time of being in a limousine, and it took every ounce in me not to scream at the interior beauty of the car.

After the drama I had drunkenly created at our short wedding reception in Logan’s extravagant living room, Leah had pulled me upstairs, clearly embarrassed, and packed up my things for the honeymoon.

Or rather, the clothes she had single-handedly picked out for me.

Anyway, I had to quickly pick up a nude colored gown without even looking and throw on, because Ethan had in his good nature, sent the guests on their way and Logan was impatiently waiting for me in the car.

Looking at myself now inside this beautiful car, I became aware of the dress I had hurriedly worn. It had Leah’s signature on it. Tiny straps, exposed back and extremely too short for my comfort. It is a good thing I don’t own very large breasts, otherwise my cleavage would have been all over the p