Mine to Honor (Southern Wedding #7) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Southern Wedding Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
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“Yes, they do.” I don’t even fight it because it’ll be a losing battle. I also don’t have time to fight it because my phone rings. I reach for it, seeing it’s Alice.

“Hello.” I pick up the phone on the second ring.

“Eva,” she greets breathlessly, “good news. Just got off the phone with the lawyer and we have the reading of the will in two days.”

“Oh my God,” I say, putting my hand to my mouth. “Will I be able to get Cici?”

“CPS is already aware that there is a will in place. They will be meeting with the lawyers tomorrow, so hopefully they have everything they need and you can get Cici.”

“I have no words, thank you so much.”

“It’s my job,” she reminds me. “What are you doing?”

“Well,” I stall, looking into the mirror at myself, “I’m getting married in about an hour, give or take.”

“What?” she huffs. “Today?”

“No time like the present,” I tell her and she laughs.

“It’s a good thing you both signed the prenup yesterday.” It’s my turn to laugh, as soon as we filed our paperwork for a marriage license, we got on the phone with Alice to discuss a prenup. It was pretty simple and she emailed over the copy and we just signed it and returned it.

“Thank you for squeezing it in so quickly,” I reply and hear another knock on the door.

“I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow, Alice.”

“Happy wedding day,” she gushes before I hang up on her.

“Can we come in?” Presley sticks her head in the door and I just smile at her.

“Come right in,” I invite her and Vivienne looks over at me. I can see she’s hiding something.

“We come with gifts,” Presley says, walking in followed by Shelby, Clarabella, and Sofia who are carrying wedding dresses.

“What are those?” I point at the dresses they are carrying.

“We have three choices for you to choose from,” Presley says. “Now, we know that you chose not to have a wedding dress and to be married in pants and a top, but—” She points over to the pantsuit I picked up in town.

“You are getting married,” Sofia reminds me.

“Yes, but—” I put my finger up.

“You have to have a wedding dress, even if it’s fake,” Clarabella states. “It’s like bad karma if you don’t.”

“Look at JLo,” Shelby points out, “she went to Vegas to get married with Ben and she brought her glam squad and a Ralph Lauren gown.”

“Well, she’s JLo.” I laugh nervously. “I am not.” I look at the girls. “And if I’m not mistaken, she actually loved Ben.”

“How about we save that debate for another time?” Clarabella suggests. “We are still debating if Jake has Taylor’s red scarf.”

“Ugh,” Presley says, “I bet he does.”

“Okay, fine.” I give in. “I don’t care which one as long as we can return it after the wedding.”

“Good,” Sofia cheers, “I thought you would say that, so we are going with this one.” She picks up the dress in her hand and it’s absolutely stunning. The top is a sweetheart neckline, but it’s full of sparkle. Even the spaghetti straps have sparkles on them. But then white silky material looks like it’s draped over from one side to the other, going all the way to the floor. There is a huge slit on the left side, and the same sparkly material from the top is layered under the silk. It’s sexy and glamorous, and if I was getting married, it is what I would choose. “Wait until you see the back.” She turns it around and it looks like it’s sheer all the way to the bottom of my back, where the silk drapes giving you a little train. “It’s stunning.”

“Isn’t it a bit too much for a wedding that, you know, is small?” I ask them.

“We are just following orders,” they say, avoiding looking at me.

The hairdresser finishes the beach curls I asked for and pins the hair on the side in the back. I get up and slide the white robe off me and step into the dress. I hold the front to me as they zip up the back. The beads and pearls of the front are so delicate I’m afraid to touch them. “Maybe we should go for the other one.” I point over to the plain dress. “It looks like it’s less likely to get damaged.”

“You can change after,” Presley assures me and the door opens and this time Addison steps in wearing a coral silk dress.

She gasps when she sees me. “I knew that was going to be her dress,” she boasts, holding a massive bouquet with orchids, white roses, and blush flowers. “I got the flowers.”

“Okay, this is getting a bit ridiculous,” I say when music starts playing.

“What is that?” I ask them, and everyone avoids looking at me as they pin a veil in the back of my hair. I don’t have time to second-guess anything because Addison comes over and places a pair of shoes in front of me and I slide my feet into them.


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