Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,258

in awe as excitement blazed through my chest.

The whole room was decked out for me with hair stylists and a makeup artist as well as ten goddamn designer wedding dresses hanging in bags along the rear wall for me to choose from.

“Time to get ready, girl.” Mila beamed as she led me toward the bathroom. “It’s your freaking wedding day!”

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I wore a white dress which had delicate straps, a lace bodice and a skirt which flowed out around me in several layers of soft material. It split up the thigh and when the wind blew, my garter peeked out and I imagined the guys would be fighting over who got to take it off later. Lucky I’d secretly put another three on my other leg to stop them fighting over it then, isn’t it?

I was led down to the beach by my beautiful friends in their dresses with lilies clasped in their hands. We wore sandals and mine had diamonds on the straps which wound around my ankles and between my toes. As we made it to the white sand, I was guided into a marquee so I couldn’t see my boys beyond it and they couldn’t see me.

Inside, I found Kyan waiting there in light grey trousers, loafers and a white shirt. His hands were in his pockets, his hair styled back and his head cocked to one side as he took me in. Hell he looked good all done up like that. But nothing could hide what he was, no matter how many fancy clothes he wore. He was my monster through and through. And that outfit could just as easily be stained in blood and I’d still want him as my husband. Maybe even more so.

“Fuck, baby, you look like a fallen star. The heavens are gonna want you back when they realise you’re missing.”

“Well they can’t have me,” I said with a smile that had been permanently stitched into my cheeks since Saint had announced the news.

“I wouldn’t let you go even if they did,” he purred.

Mila stepped in front of me, checking over my dress, adjusting the glittering tiara in my hair and the veil which trailed down my back. “You look fucking perfect, girl,” she said, her eyes glistening as she squeezed my hand. “Are you ready?”

I nodded, taking a shaky breath. I wanted this more than anything. All of us joined as one, bound in every way we possibly could be.

“You’re gonna be fine. Just don’t fall over your own feet, kay?” she laughed and I did too, then she moved to the front of the marquee with my friends just as music started up out on the beach. A harp was playing a beautiful tune as the girls stepped out, disappearing from sight and I gasped as I recognised the song Saint had composed for me all those years ago. He’d written me many more since, but that one would always hold a special place in my heart and of course he knew that. He was Saint Memphis. Though I guessed he was about to become Saint Rivers.

Kyan moved to my side, offering me his arm. “I know your dad should be the one walking you to my brothers today, but would you be happy for your husband to do it instead?”

I blinked back tears at the mention of my dad, nodding firmly and taking his arm. “He’d have chosen you in his place, Kyan.”

“You reckon so?” he asked hopefully and I leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“I know so,” I said and he beamed as he led me to the exit. The music changed to Baby Mine by Betty Noyes and my heart squeezed at the familiar tune my dad had sung to me when I was a child, the same one Saint had hummed to me in my time of need a long time ago. Kyan led me out onto the beach and the midday sun poured down on us, making my white dress gleam.

My breath caught at the sight of the rows of chairs in the sand covered in white cloth and wrapped with pink bows to match the bridesmaids. I’d never spared much thought to what my wedding day would be like. I hadn’t ever imagined I’d get married before Kyan and now I was finding myself about to walk up another aisle with three more men at the end of it.

Saint, Nash and Blake wore outfits which matched Kyan’s and my heart fluttered wildly at the way