AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Bria: Found it.
As if he waited to hear from me, a text from him pops in.
Damien: I’m sure you will take my breath away.
Bria: Can’t wait.
Damien: See you later, love. Strange how I can still miss you when you are the beat to my heart.
I press the phone to my heart and smile.
After arranging for the store to deliver my dress once the minor alterations are complete, we leave the bridal shop. Chloe says her goodbyes, accompanied by Filip and Alex as they head to meet Damien. We will meet up again in a few hours.
Our parents head toward the hotel and Quinn embraces me, telling me he has some things to resolve, and Sarah excuses herself as she has some projects to oversee.
***
Sophia and I shop our way through Mount Street in London’s Mayfair. Stopping at Corrigan’s Mayfair, we order two non-alcoholic cocktails and the grilled octopus.
“I had fun today. I missed shopping with you. It was as if we’d spent no time apart.”
“I know, right?” She nods, and then her eyes sparkle.
“Hey, wear the white pants and the sparkly gold top tonight.”
“It’s exactly what I had in mind.”
“Great minds think alike,” she says, and waves between us.
“I toast to that with our non-alcoholic cocktails.”
“At least you haven’t lost your sense of humor. But honestly, Bria, how are you? When do you have your next check-up?” she asks, her eyes seeking mine as she takes a sip.
“Sometime within the next three months. I hope they will say my heart is better and it will be enough to appease Damien. I’m sure he has the date circled with a red and angry pencil.” I tried to tell him about the cutting-edge surgery I had, but from his stiff reaction and him changing the topic, I grasped he’s not ready to hear it yet. But I have hope that when the doctor confirms how well the small patch works, he will believe I am out of the danger zone.
Her lips curve into a smile.
“Just like I said, the health police. Will you, Bria du Mont, take Damien du Sky as your lawfully wedded health warden?”
I break out in laughter. Her serious expression combined with an imitation of a deep man’s voice is hilarious.
“What’s new with you and Alex?” I ask, and she circles the rim of her glass.
“We’re taking baby steps. It works for both of us. Some days it’s great, some days not so much.”
“Soph . . .” I pause and lean over the table.
She closes her eyes and pleads, “I can’t. I can’t go there because I am afraid of myself. I’m trying.”
“I want you to be happy. Are you?”
“Mm-hmm.” She sighs, and I change the subject.
“That leaves two left.”
“I don’t know. What Filip did was low. You have forgiven Damien, so there’s hope. We’ll see. I thought it lovely that you invited her today.”
“She means a lot to Damien, and Chloe needs him. And I kind of like her,” I say, believing every word as I lean back into the seat.
