The Hating Season (Seasons #2) - K.A.Linde Page 0,55
incredibly handsome in a tailored black tuxedo. His dark red hair combed back off of his face. He drew me in for a quick hug and then gestured to his date, a model-tall white girl with medium-brown hair slicked back into a severe bun and a nude dress. “This is Jada.”
She took my hand for a weak shake. “Pleasure to meet you.”
“You too,” I said.
“Jada does runways for Dior,” Gavin said hastily.
“Ah,” I said. “That must be… fun?”
Jada shrugged. Unimpressed. “You said you were going to get me another drink.”
“I am,” Gavin said.
Though I could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t like her attitude. Well, this one wouldn’t last.
“Whatever,” Jada said. She pulled her phone out and began to text, ignoring the lot of us.
Gavin gave me a sheepish look. But then his eyes shifted to Whitley, and he frowned and then looked away. It was fast enough that if I hadn’t been paying attention, I might not have even noticed. Was Gavin into Whitley?
I had no way of knowing as he immediately turned to Robert, and the two began talking business, leaving us girls to our own devices. Jada was literally attached to hers.
It was about that time that the lights brightened. The DJ announced Penn and Natalie as the bride and groom. I stood on my tiptoes in my high heels to see over the crowd forming as the couple strode into the room.
“What do they look like?” Whitley asked.
She was a good head shorter than I was, and I could barely see anything.
“She’s wearing white. He’s in a tux.”
“Is it a full gown?”
“See for yourself,” I said just as a large circle opened up on the dance floor, giving us a perfect view of the couple as they began their first dance.
It was, in fact, not a full gown. But rather a demure A-line number that came to Natalie’s knees. It was covered in lace, wrapping over both shoulders and securing around her neck. The dress was open to the middle of her back and then had an intricate row of seed pearl buttons. It managed to be both modern and classic without being over the top. Her shoes were nude Christian Louboutins that I’d enviously eyed in their store and put back. They had clearly spared no expense for this event.
With how gorgeous Natalie looked with her silver mane of hair pinned up into an intricate design and her makeup full and beautiful, it was hard to even notice Penn. Even though he was in a custom tuxedo that looked like he’d taken it right off of a movie set. He looked like James Bond, and he twirled his wife around the dance floor as if she were his Bond girl.
And for a second, he looked so like his brother that it was unnerving. I hadn’t quite noticed that before.
Suddenly, I was searching out the other Kensington brother. Where exactly was Court?
I hadn’t seen him in the crowd. And I’d been looking. I figured he must have been backstage with his family, but that didn’t explain why he wasn’t here now. It seemed that if Penn and Natalie had made it out, then he would have followed. I could see their mother standing nearby.
In fact, as the first song ended and another one started up, Leslie took the hand of a man standing to her left, and he escorted her onto the dance floor. But still, no Court.
“Have you seen Court?” I asked Gavin and Robert. “Surely, he’s here for his brother.”
Robert shook his head. “Haven’t seen him.”
“Which is strange,” Gavin confessed. Then, his eyes roamed the room. “I thought he’d be here already.”
“Maybe he’s making an entrance,” Whitley said.
“For his brother’s wedding reception?” I asked incredulously.
“That actually sounds just like him,” Gavin agreed.
I shook my head. That didn’t sound like Court. If he wanted to piss his brother off, he had a lot of other ways to do it. And I knew that he didn’t have any intention of pissing Penn off. He was happy that Penn was happy.
“Ooh,” Gavin muttered under his breath. “Well, that makes a lot more sense.”
“What does?”
Gavin pointed toward a far corner of the room. Court had just stepped through the entrance that Penn and Natalie had taken a few minutes earlier. And on his arm was a tall, beautiful brunette with her large breasts on display in a low-cut dress as red orange as a California poppy field.