Page 13 of His Bride


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“Fuck that lady. She was mean. You’re not fat, Matty. You just got big boobies,” Aubrianna, the shyest of my sisters, says before taking a huge bite of her cake.

We all pause for a heartbeat and stare at each other. Then we all burst out laughing.

“Thank you, Aubrianna. You’re the sweetest,” Matilde says.

“Are you finished here?” I ask her.

“Yes.”

“Our ride is here,” I stay standing, pulling her to her feet.

“Thank you for dinner, Trina, Fiona. This was lovely. I will see you all tomorrow.”

“It was no problem. Welcome to our family, dearest,” Mom says.

“Yes. Congratulations,” Fiona says.

“Thank you.”

“Derry, will you see that the bill gets paid, and the ladies get home?”

“Of course. Have a good night, brother,” he says, standing and shaking my hand. He also leans over and kisses Matilde’s cheek.

“Yeah, have a great night,” Cashel says, winking at Matilde then they hug. “Get the bag I packed for you from Miles,” she says to me as Matilde makes her way around the table, hugging everyone else. I note she avoids Derry, and that makes my heart soar. My cock, too, if I’m being honest.

“We will. Thank you for everything you’ve done today, Cashel.”

“No problem, Dory. Be good to her. I really like her, and if you fuck this up, I’ll kill you myself,” she says without missing a beat. That statement chills me because I know she can do it. I’m the one that taught her how to do it.

Outside, Miles is parked right in front of the restaurant. I grab the bag and lead my wife to the Kia Sorrento parked behind the limo.

“Dorian?” the driver asks as I open the back door. Matilde slides in, and I get in beside her.

“Eli?” I ask, checking my app for the driver’s name.

“Yep. Boston Tea Hotel, right?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Did you two just get married?” he asks as he pulls out into traffic.

“We did.”

“Congratulations. I’m getting married Saturday. I’m doing extra shifts driving for the rest of the week for extra honeymoon money.”

“That’s lovely. I’m sure your fiancé appreciates that.”

“He does. He wanted to go to Paris, and I’m glad that I could make it happen.”

“Paris is gorgeous this time of year. Make sure you visit the Seine at sunset at least once; the bread is to die for. There’s nothing like it.”

“You’ve been there before?”

“Yes. I studied abroad for one semester there at the Cours Florent. It was an amazing city, and Paris is gorgeous. I’d go back in a heartbeat.”

“Is that a culinary school?”

“No,” she says, laughing. “Drama school.”

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