My (Mostly) Fake Wedding - Penelope Bloom Page 0,56

with your perfectly planned rehearsal… so I told Luna we’d need you to be okay with it. But she spotted the DJ equipment and started begging me to let her ‘play some jams’ for everyone. Do you think that would be okay?”

I looked behind Belle, where Luna was hugging her leg and peeking out. She was biting her lip and watching me like a small dog might look at a piece of bacon hanging just out of reach.

With a smile, I nodded. “Knock yourself out, Luna.”

Luna clapped excitedly, then ran off toward the DJ booth.

A few moments later, the room was bombarded with the sounds of princess music loaded with enough bass to make my fillings vibrate. Thankfully, everybody found it highly amusing, especially when Luna started using the microphone in the huge booth to encourage people to get up and dance.

I somehow found myself swept up by Chris and pranced around the room, laughing even as I embarrassed myself with my nonexistent dance moves.

The whole thing was a pleasantly fun surprise, and there was no more mention of Chris’ mysterious surprise about the team. I wasn’t sure, but I thought he might have been relieved for the distraction. And I found myself not entirely disappointed to set the news aside, at least for now. Because just for one night, I let myself fall into the fantasy we’d woven.

I looked at the strong, tall, breathtaking man laughing across from me as he spun me in wild circles around the room. I let myself believe he was mine. My husband. My soulmate. My love. All the things this man in this moment was supposed to be. I let myself imagine this was all my day, not the lie I’d spent the last few months meticulously crafting.

Worse, I let myself imagine how it would feel to know this was just the first night in an endless arrangement of nights. Just one night of fun and happiness that would eventually become part of our history. It’d be our sweet, sappy story we’d tell with nostalgic smiles over dinner and glasses of wine. We’d make our kids fake gag as we alluded to the wedding night that was to follow—to the honeymoon and the way our love had blossomed.

Chris had stopped spinning me and pulled me into a slow dance, I realized. I’d been so lost in thought I hadn’t even noticed the music shifted to “Can You Feel the Love Tonight.”

I smiled up at Chris a little ruefully. “The song every woman dreams of dancing to at her wedding rehearsal.”

“Isn’t it?” he asked.

Our chests were pressed together, and his deep voice rumbled into me. It felt comforting and strange.

“Everyone is watching us,” I whispered. I’d leaned in to rest my cheek on his chest, partly because I was tired from dancing. But once I’d found myself there, I didn’t want to move.

“We’re quite the sight, I imagine,” he said softly, still moving me in a slow, peaceful circle as the music trickled through the room. “Me, handsome and tight-assed. You, sexy as hell with that thick ass and—”

I tilted my head up, shutting him up with a dry look. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it.”

Yes, I kind of did. “Just shut up and let me have my moment.”

For once, Chris went quiet, and I spent the rest of the night walking through the twilight hours of my fantasy. The fantasy I knew I’d be too scared to reach out and grab. The fantasy that was too good to be within reach, so I knew I’d watch it flitter by and spend the rest of my life wondering if I could’ve actually had it.

But at least I’d have tonight.

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Chris

Belle wasn’t on the verge of passing out from being drunk as I shouldered the door to our room open and half-carried her inside. She was just that sleepy, and it was fucking adorable. She had yawned about twenty times in the last minute, and she took two faltering steps toward the bed before collapsing face first.

I admired her ass and the outline of her thong through the silky purple dress she was wearing—because you didn’t just jog through the Louvre without at least paying your proper respects to the artwork on display. Then I went over to her and rolled her to face upright. I tugged off her shoes carefully and then repositioned her so she was on the pillow and under the blankets.

“I’ll be happy to undress you if you want to sleep in the