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The Wrong Bernardi love, glitter, and minor felonies
Sunset on the Los Angeles coast had a deeply rude way of looking peaceful while my life was busy trying to yank open every secret drawer at once.The sky had turned peach, lavender, and pale gold over the ocean. Waves rolled in over and over, breaking against the sand as if they had no concern whatsoever for vendor access, carriage houses, Gracie being far too kind, or Rhysand Bernadi standing beneath those massive wooden doors earlier with a stare that had never touched my phone and somehow still felt like it had read the entire screen.I had been home for almost an hour. I had thrown my heels into the mudroom with personal resentment. The dark green silk blouse was gone, replaced by a black sports bra, an oversized white shirt I had left open, leggings, and running shoes that had not seen serious exercise in years unless walking to the front door for a package counted.My body felt a little heavy. Not in a dramatic way. More in the way of a twenty-seven-year-old woman who had appare
The Wrong Bernardi satin ribbon boundaries
I opened my mouth to end the call.I really did.My thumb was already moving toward the red button.But Gracie had leaned in beside me and smiled toward the screen, though she still could not see much with the phone held close to my body.“Hi,” she said softly. “I’m Gracie.”Aiden sucked in a breath like he had just discovered a brand-new audience.Oh no.No.That child would show off for a tree if it expressed mild interest.“Hi, Miss Sunshine!” he shouted.Gracie laughed so hard I almost dropped my phone. “Miss Sunshine?” She touched a hand to her chest. “I love that.”“Because your hair is yellow,” Aiden explained seriously. “Like my car lights.”Oh God.Gracie looked even more charmed. “Thank you. That’s the best compliment I’ve gotten all day.”“I have a car!” Aiden immediately slapped the steering wheel. “Look! It’s red. It’s fast. It has a seat belt. And this is the horn.”“Aiden, don’t.”BEEP.Gracie laughed again.I turned the phone slightly, just enough for her to see Aiden
The Wrong Bernardi i loved him louder than i could hide
I closed the venue notes before the paper became Casa Valdierra’s first casualty.“Carriage house?” I asked.Gracie nodded immediately, still looking half exhausted from the diplomatic war with her mother. “Please. Before she calls again and asks if we can hang chandeliers from the olive trees.”“If she asks, the answer is no.”“What if she says they’re small chandeliers?”“No.”“What if she says they’re Murano?”“No, but with an Italian accent.”Gracie laughed, and for a few seconds, the air felt light again.Almost.Rhysand walked on Gracie’s other side, not too close, not too far, his hair slightly disheveled from the ocean wind, his face once again arranged into that of a man who had never done anything except stand in expensive places and make the architecture feel insecure.I did not look at him.I was busy.That was a very good sentence. Almost believable, if my body had not still been remembering the shape of his palm against my waist with the loyalty of a traitor.The carriag
The Wrong Bernardi i’d take the stone over you
The cellar was too narrow to serve as a main event space, but it could work for a limited tasting with a handful of VIP guests. I noted the safe capacity, ventilation, and a second staircase that appeared to lead into a service passage.The guest wing had six large suites overlooking the ocean, two smaller rooms for personal staff, and a sitting room with a balcony beautiful enough to make bridesmaids forget they were quietly competing with one another.Gracie immediately chose one of the suites for getting ready.I checked the natural light, the distance to the bathroom, and the width of the doorway.“This works,” I said. “But every dress needs to come up through the service elevator, not the main staircase. If a couture zipper catches on a nineteenth-century railing, I’m walking directly into the ocean.”“We have a service elevator?” Gracie asked.Ellison answered, “Near the kitchen corridor.”“Good. Show me.”We went back down to the main floor and passed through a kitchen larger t
The Wrong Bernardi Growth, Unfortunately
Rhysand stopped a few steps away from us.Gracie immediately reached for his arm, as if the man had not just made several acres of open lawn feel suddenly too small.“You’re late,” she said.“I was here before you.”“Emotionally, you’re late.” Gracie pulled him closer to the edge of the lawn, then pointed toward the two olive trees I had chosen. “Maya says the ceremony shouldn’t be in the center. It should be over there, near those two trees, with the aisle coming through the citrus garden.”Rhysand followed the direction of her hand.I reopened the venue folder and pretended to be deeply fascinated by the diagram for the temporary electrical lines. There was no reason to look at a man who was already standing close enough for his cologne to slip into the air between the scent of lemon leaves and sea salt.“If the aisle starts at the house,” I told Gracie, “the guests will see the bridal party too soon. Coming through the citrus garden keeps the approach concealed, and the transition
The Wrong Bernardi Forty-Seven Acres, No Way Out
In the front courtyard, water moved quietly through a stone fountain. Pink bougainvillea climbed one wall, wild enough to make the old architecture feel alive. The massive wooden front doors stood open, watched by two members of the household staff and a security officer who seemed to consider smiling an information leak.“Maya!”Gracie came out from beneath one of the stone arches before I had the chance to introduce myself to anyone.She looked like a summer campaign that somehow did not make other women want to set the billboard on fire. A butter-yellow linen dress skimmed her calves, thin leather sandals on her feet, her blonde hair pulled into a low knot with a few loose pieces around her face. Sunglasses rested on top of her head. In one hand, she carried a beige folder of venue notes that was still firmly closed and looked as though it had not been touched since it came off the printer.Of course it had not.Her face already told me everything.She had fallen in love with the h
The Wrong Bernardi No. It can't be
Almost two hours after leaving home, I pulled into Santa Barbara with a stiff back, my second coffee gone cold in the cupholder, and a newly formed belief that anyone who drove slowly in the left lane should lose the right to choose their car color.I had driven myself.Obviously.The black SUV and
The Wrong Bernardi Coffee, Carbs, and Legal Demands
At six in the morning, the house was still wearing its innocent face.The sky outside the kitchen windows was not fully light yet. The line of the ocean was still bluish gray, the waves moving slowly under the first lift of morning, and the coastal houses in the distance looked like expensive boxes
The Wrong Bernardi The Ocean Kept Answering
I leaned against the kitchen island. The kitchen was clean, the pan was already in the dishwasher, the leftover ajiaco was packed into glass containers, and I had managed to save the last of the hogao from Saba before she could spoon it up like dessert. I had dimmed the kitchen lights. Only the pen
The Wrong Bernardi Locked, Armed, Awake
Dinner unfolded the way every de Cruz family dinner did, which meant it was never really dinner. It was more like a talk show with food and emotional threats. Mama gave instructions from the iPad on how to cut an avocado. Papa asked whether my home security system had been updated. Javier complaine
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