LOGINHis eyes were boring into hers, so dark they looked black in the dim light of her bedroom. His other hand slid down to her waist, gripping hard enough that she felt the pressure of each individual finger through the thin silk. “I’m waiting,” he said. Eloise opened her mouth but nothing came out.
His tie was gone. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing the strong line of his throat, and his hair looked completely wrecked, like he’d spent the entire evening dragging his hands through it over and over again. And his eyes….his eyes were black with rage. “Weston—” She grabbed
She held out the bag. Eloise felt heat creep up her neck. No. Absolutely not. “Start here,” Belinda said, pressing the bag into Eloise’s hands. “Tomorrow night is your wedding night. Make it count.” Eloise looked down reluctantly at the bag, at the flash of red silk and black lace visible throu
Love was for messy people. But somewhere between the engagement party and the wedding planning and moving into Weston’s house and watching him make pancakes for Maisie on Sunday mornings with sleepy hair and reading glasses low on his nose…somewhere in there…she’d made the mistake of hoping. And n
Eloise looked at the clock on her bedroom vanity. 1:15 PM. The rehearsal started at two. Downstairs, she could hear her stylist barking at someone about steaming the rehearsal dress properly because “Italian silk wrinkles if you even breathe near it wrong.” Her mother’s heels clicking sharply acr
Then last night her mother called again. “Sienna. Please let me know if you’ll be bringing a guest so we can adjust seating arrangements accordingly.” Translation: Please don’t embarrass us by showing up alone again. Which was how Sienna had ended up lying to her mother She’d called back. Said







