Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
“Ah, careful!”
“The trick is making them match.” She pulled out the other flower and repeated the process.
“You should really serve something stronger than champagne to your customers if you’re going to molest them on the first date. At least offer dinner and a movie or have some sort of a fluffer on hand.”
“Don’t talk. I’m trying to get them even. Try not to breathe.”
“Are my boobs uneven?”
“Shh.” She adjusted the tape and I whimpered.
“You’re pulling at some super sensitive skin there.”
“Perfect.”
I turned and faced the mirror. I had to give it to her. She basically gave me a boob lift in under five minutes. “What happens after the wedding when I have to take them off?”
“They just peel right off. Arms up.”
I lifted my arms and she slid the dress into place. After a few seconds of adjusting the silk and tweaking the straps, she turned me to face the mirrors again.
My breath hitched.
“I have to say, this one does suit you, Rayne.”
It was perfect. Simple, sexy, and white. “This is it.” I laughed, shocked that we found something. “This is my wedding gown.”
“Thank God.” Phina let out an exhausted breath. “Let’s try it on with some shoes and find you a veil.”
“Do I need a veil?”
“Yes, you need a veil! My God, what happened to you as a child? Most girls can’t wait to pick their wedding veil.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. But nothing that makes me look like a beekeeper and no heels over two inches.” If I had my way, I’d wear flats—preferably flip-flops.
She groaned and left me standing alone in the back. I faced the hexagon of mirrors and smiled. A little tipsy and happy, I dug my phone out of my purse and texted Hale then Elle.
I found my dress!!!
Phina returned before I got a response. “Try this on.”
When I saw the flash of rhinestones I took a step back. “No crowns.”
“It’s a tiara.”
“No tiaras.”
“You’re killing me, Rayne.”
That was when the words finally left my mouth. “It’s my wedding. You can wear a tiara when you get married.”
The room silenced and we both paused. I hadn’t meant that to be offensive, but I had to draw the line somewhere.
Rather than take offense, Seraphina tipped her head in a sort of admiration. “You finally sound like a bride.” She put the tiara aside. “I’ll see what we have as far as subtle veils.”
“Something pretty but not in my way, please.” I didn’t want candids of me swatting at my face all through the ceremony.
“Take out your bun. We need an idea of what your hair will look like with accessories on the day of the wedding. How about wearing it half up half down?”
I removed my hair tie as Phina stood on the pedestal step, fussing with my cowlick and part. In less than a minute she created a hairdo prettier than anything I could manage in hours.
“How did you do that? It’s perfect.”
“This dress is so pretty and simple I think a shoulder-length blusher might be all you need.”
“What’s a blusher?”
“It’s plain. You’ll like it. Lilly, bring me the blusher from the display case in the front.”
But as soon as she put it on I felt like I was in a fort. “I can’t see.”
“If I can see you, you can see us, Rayne.”
“It’s too much.”
She sighed. “You’re not making this easy.”
“Says the woman not wearing a headdress. I don’t want to hide my face.”
She shook her head then snapped her fingers. “I’ve got it!”
“What?”
“Lilly, get that off of her. Where’s the birdcage?”
“You want me to wear a birdcage on my head?” This was getting a little too Extreme Runway for my blood.
“It’s a veil style. Very chic. Very understated.” She returned a moment later with a small scrap of beaded lace. “Come here.”
I tipped my head forward and she did her magic. The moment the veil was attached I looked in the mirror and I was in love. It was simple, vintage lace, sewn wide enough not to cover my face but still add an element of mystique.
“That’s it. Nothing else.”
“You still need shoes and a garter belt. The closest I have to flats are two-and-a-half-inch heels.”
Ugh. I was going to break my face in heels. “I can get shoes somewhere else.”
That earned a scowl.
“I want to be able to walk down the aisle, Phina.” Especially since my dad wouldn’t be there to hold me up.
She huffed. “Fine, but I forbid you to wear flip-flops.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s your wedding day!”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. Ring me up.”
“You need a garter.”
I didn’t object to the useless accessory because Hale mentioned finding them sexy. I looked forward to watching him pull it off with his teeth—when we were alone of course.
She led me to a glass display. “The gown shows a lot, so you’ll want a discreet design. Pick one from this side.”