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“Make it happen. I’m sure if you use my name, the proprietor will agree,” Axel interjects, coming to my rescue.
I’m not comfortable getting married there – hell, even setting foot in the place fills me with warring emotions from dread to rage – but what can I say? Axel has his reasons, I know he must. As combative as he was in the hallway a moment ago, I know there’s other factors coming into play. He’s not doing this to upset me, I know he isn’t.
“And the ceremony there too?”
“No. The ceremony will be held in church,” Axel corrects.
She scribbles away on her clipboard, making notes. “Which church?”
“Our local parish back in Deathfalls. Sancta Conventus Ecclesia.”
“How do I spell that?”
“Google it,” he snaps, sounding bored.
Eowyn nods. “I’ll need to take into account the travel time, but that’s not a problem. Will you both be travelling from here the morning of?”
“No. We’ll both be in Deathfalls the night before. Separate locations so two fleets of cars will be needed. Plus a third actually for the wedding party.”
“Okay. Not a problem. Let’s talk theme?—”
“No theme,” Axel says emphatically.
“Colour scheme?” Eowyn raises her brows, her attention fully locked on Axel. My fiancé. Why does she get my back up so much? I don’t trust her.
“Odi?” I startle when he says my name.
“Yes?”
“What colour scheme do you want, darling?” he asks with an indulgent smile that just doesn’t suit him at all.
“Umm…black?”
The skin around his eyes tightens.
“Or red.”
He smiles and nods in approval, and something flutters in my chest.
This isn’t real, remember Odi. We’re all playing games now.
“Red.” Eowyn claps her hands together, drawing our attention back to her. “Perfect. Very seasonal. I’m picturing giant Christmas trees with shiny?—”
“No.” This time it’s my turn to cut her off with a one-word response and a scowl.
“No?”
“No trees. No shiny. NotChristmasred, but a deep red. Blood red. Sexy. Sultry. The colour of passion.” I swear Axel’s dick jerks in approval at my words. His hand has slid between my chunky cable-knit jumper and my leggings and he’s lightly tracing on my skin, a gesture that would seem absentminded if it were anyone other thanhimtouching me. Axel never does anything that isn’t coldly calculated, and this cosy display of affection is no different.
“Right. Let’s talk about the dress.” She looks past me to Axel again. I grit my teeth. “You’ll want the tattoo on display?” Her nose curls up in disgust at the word tattoo.
“Yes. A corset top. Voluminous skirts. A statement piece. Lace.”
Eowyn nods. “I’ll set up some options for you to look over.”
“Excuse me?” I say, frowning. “Iwill be having the only say over my wedding dress and I don’t need either of you to find me options.”
“Darling—” Axel says with a half laugh.
