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Guy raised a brow. "Does it include any of the following: glitter, tassels, poles, kegs, vegas, or costumes?"

Chase and Brad looked at each other and laughed. "No, but it could if you wanted."

While I kept my brain on making the engagement something that would wow the world, there was another voice in the back of my mind. I didn't just want to make the engagement what the press wanted to see. I wanted to make it fit for a woman like Amber. For some reason, no matter what I did, I couldn't shake the need to give her everything. To make things perfect for her. So at least by the end of the whole deal, the world would be convinced. I just hoped I didn't accidentally convince myself along the way.

Chapter Twelve

Amber

I lifted my arm, letting the tailor do her work, pinning and smoothing to make me look the best she could in the maid of honor dress that Sicily had picked out. Thankfully, she had gotten a lot better at fashion since we were kids, and when she showed me the dress, I was so proud. It was dark teal, a corset top, and a long straight silk skirt with a very high slit. With all the stress I had been under, losing ten pounds had been a cinch. I just had to keep it off until the wedding.

"Hello? Earth to Amber?" Sicily said, standing up on the perch in her gown.

I shook my thoughts to the side, realizing I had my head in the clouds since I got there. I was still reeling over Saturday with his family and the fantastic sex we had after. It was almost too amazing and did more than just beef up my hormones for the next round. It did something to me on an emotional level. "Yeah, sorry."

"What are you thinking about? Ryder?"

I scoffed unconvincingly. "No. I was actually daydreaming about my new job and how amazing it will be to run the company. I'll be a top bitch. I might even treat myself to that bungalow I've wanted to purchase in St. Croix."

Sicily narrowed her eyes at me but shrugged. "It also sounds like taking a vacation might be a stretch with the amount of pressure you'll be under."

I shrugged. "Yeah, for a while. I'll have to work with all the expansions, choose a VP since my brother doesn't want the gig, and show I can do it, but after that, I'll have plenty of time to vacation. My father was actually begging for more responsibility for the last fifteen years because he made the company run so well without him, he was bored."

Sicily took a deep breath. "That sounds nice. Still, I love you, and I know how hard the last couple of years have been. I don't want to see you completely drop out because of the stress. But, you know those old geezers on the board will hold on until their dying breath."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, but give it five years, and the board will be fresh. That's one of my unsaid goals. We need people who are aware of the here and now anyway. Members that know how to deal with the investors."

"And know how to choose investors," Sicily pointed out. "But anyway, how was your trip this weekend? How was Ryder's family?"

I glanced away, trying to hide the emotion that hit me hard in the chest. "They're nice. Very down-to-earth people. They weren't like my family at all, and they were very welcoming. Unfortunately, Ryder killed it at my parent's house. I was starting to think my father was going to marry him."

Sicily giggled. "So, what's next?"

I took a big gulp of champagne. "The proposal."

"Are you helping with that?" she asked.

I shook my head. "No. He wants to do it. He said he wants my reaction to be genuine." I glanced at the tailor and back to her.

She nodded in understanding. "That's good. You should be surprised."

Sicily put her hand up to the dress shop owner, who came over smiling. "What can I do for you?"

"Do you have a bunch of appointments this afternoon?" she asked.

The shop owner shook her head. "No. We're closed to the public, unsure of how long you will be here. Your groom requested there be no time limits when you do fittings or trying on dresses."

Sicily smiled. "Excellent. I have an idea." She turned to me and grinned. "Wanna do something fun?"

I raised a brow. "I'm not sure."

She laughed. "I'll pick out dresses, blindly, for you to try on. Let's see how many absolutely atrocious styles work on you." She quickly looked back at the owner. "Not that you have terrible dresses, but some people's taste is different than others."

The woman laughed. "Trust me, no offense is taken. But, unfortunately, the season's ever-changing styles sometimes swing from 90's big shoulders to current barely-there ensembles."

I chugged the rest of my champagne and shrugged. "Why not. I don't think you've ever picked anything out for me before."

Sicily grinned mischievously. "Oh. This is going to be fun."

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