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“Yes, sorry. You need to get dressed. We will be stopping soon.”
“What am I supposed to wear? You ripped my dress, remember?” she says, yawning and stretching.
I point to a bag sitting on the floor toward the front. “I brought a couple of your other dresses for you to change into.”
“You knew you were going to rip my dress off me?”
I shrug. “I hoped. It was so fun the first time.”
She gets off my lap and grabs the bag. She begins digging through it to find another dress to put on. “You are going to owe me, like, a million dresses by the end of this, aren’t you?”
I kiss her on the lips. “More than a million. And there is no end of this.”
She nods. “You’re right. We should be optimistic.”
She pulls out a white dress that I was hoping she would choose and begins putting it on. She looks gorgeous in white, and if I can find some sort of wedding chapel, maybe I can convince her to elope tonight and not wait any longer.
Now that she’s said yes, I don’t want to wait. I’m a man who knows what he wants and doesn’t doubt himself. I know I want Victoria. Forever. And forever needs to start as soon as possible. Tonight, if I get my way.
She pulls a dark blue shirt out of the bag and tosses it to me. We both get dressed while the limo continues driving to our destination.
Victoria runs her hands through her hair. “I look like I was just fucked.”
“And is that a problem?”
“It is if anyone sees us together and puts two and two together.”
“Let’s not worry about Lily or any of our other problems tonight. Let’s just enjoy tonight.”
“Fine, but I still look like a mess.”
“A hot mess.”
The car stops, and Victoria immediately goes to the window, trying to look outside.
I grab her hand and pull her back to me. “No peeking.”
She pouts. “Well then, show me where we are.”
The driver opens the door, and I get out before I hold out my hand to help her out.
Her eyes immediately dart around. “Um…you brought me to a neighborhood? I thought we were going on a usual date, like dinner and movie or something.”
I tighten my grip on her hand. “What fun would that be?”
“The normal amount of fun,” she teases as I lead her up the stairs to the house.
“Please tell me we aren’t meeting your long-lost parents or something. I’m not ready for that.”
I laugh. “Nope. I met them years ago. They were horrible people. Not quite as horrible as my foster parents, but still pretty bad.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, stopping, her brows furrowed in a look of genuine concern.
I stroke her cheek. “Don’t be. I’m not. Family has never been important to me.”
She frowns and fidgets with the hem of her dress. “Then, why do you want to get married if family isn’t important to you?”
I sigh. She’s going to ruin every surprise I have planned for her today. “Just come inside with me, and then we can talk.”
