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I lifted her hand and kissed the back of it, never looking away. “That’s not something you have to thank me for.”
“We’re leaving after breakfast for the fittings, Iz,” her sister called from the other end of the table. “You good with that?”
“Sure.”
Warren, her fiancé, looked at the rest of us. “We have fittings as well, but after, we’ll find something for the rest of us to do. I’m sure Mr. Allen wants a chance to interrogate you.”
We laughed, and Rowan lifted a glass. “I think we can handle that.”
Conversation ebbed and flowed, but I heard none of it. I was too focused on the way Beau stared at Isolde. For someone who’d tossed her aside, he certainly seemed invested. And now that I saw him like this, the way he approached me and Rowan last night seemed strange. Like he was trying to get us to abandon her too.
What was his deal?
“Hawk?”
Startling, I looked over at Isolde. She stood next to me, hand on my shoulder.
“You okay?”
I placed a hand over hers. “I’m good.”
“We’re going to the dress fitting. I’ll see you later.”
Winking, I kissed her hand again. “Have fun, baby girl.”
The shade of pink on her cheeks was my new favorite color. I wanted to paint whole rooms with it just to show her how gorgeous it was. She glanced back once as she followed her mother, sister, and the other bridesmaids.
And for the first time, the look on her face was something like hope.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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ISOLDE
“You have to tell ussomething,” Ellie said from inside the dressing room.
My fitting was already complete, and I was back in my sundress, waiting for her to put her wedding dress on. Ellie was a Beta, and so was Warren. They were adorable, happy, and I couldn’t wait to see them get married. I loved Warren, aside from his poor choice of best friends.
Then again, other than ending our relationship out of the blue, Beau hadn’t really done anythingwrong. He never treated me badly or did any of the things you hear stories about. Sure, he liked to stay at parties after I left, and he apparently was cheap enough to reuse jewelry, but did that make him a bad person and friend?
As much as I wished I could say yes, the answer was no.
“What do you want to know?”
My mother just laughed where she sat across the room. Thankfully, the other bridesmaids were finishing up their own fittings, leaving the three of us alone.
“I think,” Mom said, “we’ll be happy with anything. All we know is that you told us you’d be bringing people with you, then showed up yesterday with a pack of gorgeous men. We have questions.”
And I didn’t have answers. Because I had my own questions, along with my quickly-crumbling resolve not to fall into their arms and enjoy the time with them.
“How did you meet?” Ellie asked.
“Trinity introduced us,” I said truthfully. “She met them through work somehow.”
Mom glanced up from the magazine she flipped through. I spotted one of the houses she’d designed on the cover. “So they’re from here?”
“Yeah. They’ve been going back and forth.” Not true, but of the things I wasn’t saying, it was small.
