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“Don’t stop smiling now,” Helga urges me.
“I don’t know which is the best,” I tell her. I don’t want to pick one. I don’t want to marry Issac either, but I have no choice.
“I think this one is very beautiful, Miss Catoli. It accentuates your curves and makes you look regal. Just like a princess.” I adore her words; if only this weren’t a forced marriage.
“I think you’re right,” I say softly. She doesn’t know what this is. Helga doesn’t know this is a game, and I’m just a pawn in it, so why should I take it out on her?
“I’m so happy you found one you like. Many women go through many dresses, never finding the one.”
“We’ve gone through many dresses,” I remind her with a small smile.
“Yes, but you found the one. That makes it all worth it,” she says, pleased with herself. I smile back at her to make her feel better when I’m slowly falling apart inside. I only chose that dress because I thought Tarek would like me in it. Not Issac. I don’t care about Issac or what he thinks.
Helga slowly undoes the buttons on the back of my dress when the door opens.
“Well, did you pick one?” I hear Issac’s voice.
“Isn’t it bad luck to see the bride before the weddin’ in her dress?” Tarek. He was outside the door the whole time and is now in here. I spin around, holding the top of my dress, when Issac shifts his gaze from me to Tarek.
“I suppose you’re right,” Issac says. “I was just checking in. Shouldn’t you be in the room with her?”
“You want me seein’ your fiancé naked?” Tarek asks as if he hasn’t already. I almost snicker, but I keep it to myself.
“You have no business looking, but your job is to watch her, is it not?”
“Fine. I’ll stay in the room.” Tarek doesn’t back down from Issac, which is something Issac isn’t used to. He’s used to getting his way but not with Tarek.
“Good. You look beautiful, Pierson.” Issac says as he turns and walks back out of the room. Tarek’s eyes slip over to me, looking me up and down, and I can feel myself shiver from his gaze.
“You do look beautiful,” Helga adds.
“Thank you.” My eyes stay on Tarek as he takes me in.
“Let me go grab the veils before you take this off,” she says before scampering out of the room. Tarek closes the door and crosses the room in no time. His hand comes to the back of my neck like usual, pulling my lips to his. His kiss is demanding before it slowly eases.
“You look fuckin’ amazin’ in this dress. I can’t wait to be the one to peel you out of it,” he says.
“What do you mean?”
“You think I’m lettin’ you marry him? No, sweetheart. You’re mine. I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep that motherfucker away from you.”
“You already have. He hasn’t been to my room,” I tell him what he already knows.
“I know. I’ve kept them busy.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me just yet. We still gotta get through this whole weddin’ bullshit,” he tells me. I nod as he drops one last kiss on my lips and steps back just as Helga comes back in.
“I found the perfect veil, Miss Pierson.” She flits around before placing the veil on my head. I turn to look in the mirror and smile. If I weren’t marrying Issac, it would be perfect.
“It looks great,” Tarek offers, catching mine and Helga’s attention.
“Only great?” she asks, sounding saddened by his words.
“I like it,” he says.
“So she looks gorgeous?”
