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Oh. My. God.
I must be paying for some heinous misdeeds from a past life.
I point towards the massive elephant in the room, which, in reality, is the largest bed I've ever laid eyes on. “Where on earth did they even find a mattress that size?”
“Aydin's aunt claims it once belonged to a Sultan.” Ginny rolls her eyes and snickers. “I'm sure it will comfortably accommodate both of you.”
“It's bigger than my entire apartment!”
Ginny bursts into laughter, well aware of the cramped size of my living space, as it was once hers too.
Kaan places his suit bag on the regal bed, then casually drops his smaller bag onto the floor. “This is fantastic, Ginger. Thank you.”
“My friends call me Ginny.”
“I’m honoured that you consider me a friend. Ginny it is then.”
“Before I go…” She throws her arms around his waist again, “I just want to hug you again.”
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph!”
“Okay, okay. Don’t be such a bore.” She pokes her tongue out at me. “I’m not attracted to him, I swear.”
“That’s good news considering the fact that you’re getting married in two days.”
“Don’t I know it!” She giggles and crosses to the door, but not before giving Kaan a very thorough once-over. “I’ll leave you two to muddle out the sleeping arrangements. Good luck, Kaan… you’re going to need it.”
With a wave goodbye, she starts to make her way back towards the main house, “Now get your bum into gear because my cousin, Olive, arrived today, and we are spending the evening on her boyfriend’s boat.”
“Won’t be long.”
“Good, because the party can’t get started without you,Nutmeg!”
Ginny had given me fair warning that a Turkish wedding is an extravaganza like no other. With a whirlwind of parties and the grand wedding itself on the horizon, it became evident that my packing list needed to cover all bases. From casual outfits for exploring the city to elegant formal dresses, I had to be prepared for any and every occasion. Thankfully, Kaan came to the rescue and surprised me with an upgrade to first class, doubling my luggage weight limit. I couldn't help but feel relieved, knowing that otherwise, I might have had to sacrifice my still-not-conceived first-born child just to pay for excess baggage fees.
As I hook my garment bag in the wardrobe, a mischievous smirk tugs at my lips as I watch Kaan struggling to drag my bulging suitcases through the door. “Are you hiding a couple of dead bodies in those suitcases?”
I play along, my voice dripping with mock seriousness. “Oh, absolutely. So be careful, or you might find yourself stuffed into one of them next.”
“I’ll remember that. I don’t want to find myself at the bottom of the Bosphorus.”
My eyes flick over to his minuscule luggage. "I can't help but wonder if you've packed enough clothes there, Kaan."
He shrugs nonchalantly, a playful glimmer in his eyes. “Well, you know me, I like to keep things simple.”
“Yes, the Pretty Boy Rockstar is known for being so easy going.”
“Women always dress up like they’re meeting the Queen, but men are smart. Take us or leave us ‘cause we don’t give a shit. I’ve got a suit and more than a few pairs ofsalvarto blend in with the locals, so I’m all sorted.”
“That doesn’t seem fair.”
“Life isn’t fair.”
I shift my gaze around the room, purposefully avoiding any lingering glance towards thegiganticbed.
We’ve already had sex, so why am I so bothered by the sleeping arrangements?
Perhaps it's because Kaan hasn't really looked at me since his triumphant interview with Pippa Ellis yesterday—an interview that turned out to be a resounding success, and restoring a fragment of his dignity after the backlash he received thanks to Blair and her lies.
