Can’t happen. Ever.
I end my call with Ellison and I’m in a mad rush to shower and get out the door in time for my appointment.
Good thing the salon is a spa as well and will be doing it all: massage, waxing, facial, nails, hair, and makeup. I won’t have to worry about a thing. Maybe I can get the IVF off my mind long enough to enjoy the pampering.
* * *
Isobel insisted Sin not see me until the reception. She’s sad she wasn’t a part of our marriage ceremony so she’s treating this black-tie affair with The Fellowship like a ceremony as much as possible. It seems silly since we’re already married. We’ve had our cake and eaten it too—many times—but it’s important to Sin’s mom, so I’ve agreed.
Lorna crouches down and spreads my dress on the floor. She clears a path from top to bottom so I can step inside. I put the first foot through it onto the floor and stumble. “No floundering around when there’s a gun strapped to your body.”
There was no way to hide it from them since they’re helping me dress.
Westlyn rushes to my side. “Hold my hand so you don’t tumble over.”
I manage to get both feet on the floor free and clear of the fabric.
“Up we go.” I slip my arms in and Lorna glides my zipper up.
“This dress is stunning. Blows Kate Middleton’s away.” Westlyn steps back and gives me a once-over. “It cost a fortune, didn’t it?”
It did but Isobel insisted it was worth every penny. “Don’t make me say that number aloud.”
“Only the best for our leader’s wife who will one day carry the next generation of Fellowship leaders.” Lorna’s tone is mocking. I think she’s making fun of my duty to “bear an heir.”
Westlyn studies me in my dress. “Your boobs look bigger. Are you already pregnant?”
“Definitely not. The push-up gets all the credit.”
I laugh but not at Westlyn’s question. I find this entire conversation amusing. I’m in the middle of female chitchat and I don’t hate it. There could be hope for me yet.
“Are you and Sinclair being pressured to have a baby?”
That’s a loaded question.
“Not really. Thane has mentioned it to Sin but that’s it as far as I know.”
“Be prepared. It’s coming.”
There’s a knock at the door, my husband’s voice on the other side. “Bonny. It’s time.”
“That’s our cue.” My two friends hug me quickly and disappear down the stairs.
I’m standing in the middle of the posh Breckenridge guest house when Sin comes in to see me for the first time. I’m wearing a real wedding dress for this event, one much different from what I wore at our wedding. This one is a long mermaid silhouette with a lace overlay and blingy belt. Elegant. Fitted. Sexy. I like the way it makes me feel. But even more, I love the way Sin looks at me when he sees me in it for the first time.
I do a turn, flaring the bottom as I spin. “Like it?”
He nods. “Aye. Very much. It’s lovely but not nearly as beautiful as you.”
I lift the skirt of my dress to show him my feet.
“Ah. The shoes.”
“Yes, and if you’re lucky, I might wear them—and nothing else—for you tonight.”
He takes my face in his hands and places a soft kiss to my lips before pressing his forehead to mine. “Thank you.”
I don’t know what he means. “For what?”
“For being my wife and partner for life.” He’s repeating the words from our wedding, with one exception. He leaves off the part about being the mother of his children but it’s still a reminder. Tonight marks the deadline. It’s been a week since we agreed to make the decision about the IVF. And time’s up.
“Mmm … I’d like nothing more than to lie you on that bed and unwrap you like the beautiful gift you are.”
“You can unwrap me later.”
“I certainly will.”
“Our guests are anxious to visit with the new Mrs. Breckenridge but they’ll need to wait a few minutes more. I have something special for you.”
Sin takes my hands and leads me to the bed. “Sit.”
My curiosity is stirred. “What are you doing?”
He doesn’t reply. Instead, he fetches his violin from the closet. He comes to me and goes down on one knee. It isn’t an easy task for him, which makes it even more special. “This is for you. A gift from my heart.”
Oh my God. I recognize the song within a few strokes of the bow. It’s “Amanda.” My mom’s song.
It makes one of the most beautiful violin covers I’ve ever heard. I love it. I don’t know why I haven’t thought of learning it.
“That was beautiful. I felt every note.”
“I learned it so I could teach you.”
“It’s the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.”
He rises and takes my hand. “Come. It’s time for the brotherhood to meet my bride.”
Sin leads me down the staircase, holding my hand to ensure my safety. I’m grasping my dress, pulling up at the thigh. Because it’s long, the skirt is a trip hazard.
Once I’m safely on the first floor, I straighten and smooth my dress. “Good?”
“Perfect.”
It’s the wrong word to explain how I look. The word perfection should be saved for describing the celebration Isobel has planned. She’s outdone herself but I’d expect no less after the last event she put together for me.
It’s beyond amazing.
Tables are spread throughout the garden beneath three enormous white canopies. The underside of each is covered with a bazillion tiny lights, our own starlit sky. Huge lanterns hang throughout, emitting heat so the outdoor spaces are warm, despite the evening’s cold.
Each table is adorned with fine linens and tableware. No surprise there. And she’s made seat assignments. Thank God for that since I’m certain Isobel wouldn’t have put Abram anywhere near me.
Enormous white floral arrangements adorn the centers of each table, surrounded by glowing candle lanterns. It screams magical winter wonderland. And it’s beyond beautiful.
A man I assume to be the ceremony’s emcee introduces us as we enter the center canopy. “It’s my pleasure to present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair Breckenridge.”
I can’t even guess at how many people are present. It’s a lot, and all of them are clapping. The men in our path slap Sin on the back and murmur offers of congratulations as we proceed to our table. We’re seated at the largest one, front and center.