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  • Blade Bound(Chicagoland Vampires #13)(23) by Chloe Neill
  • “Yeah, and you’d have fought him on it, refused the guards, and been on your guard the entire night. He wanted you to relax, Merit, and actually enjoy your wedding.”

    I narrowed my eyes at her. I didn’t like that he’d done it without talking to me—which was a classic Sullivan move—or that she was absolutely right.

    “Fine,” I said. “But I’m only going along with this because I left my katana at the House.” I hadn’t even thought about it. Which meant Ethan was winning, and I wasn’t doing a very good job of mixing security and wedding.

    Lindsey grinned. “Ethan made sure I brought it with. It’s in the other room, just in case.”

    And so he was forgiven.

    • • •

    In the interest of keeping Weddingpocalypse somewhat contained, I had a maid of honor, Mallory, and only one bridesmaid, Charlotte. Ethan had Amit as his best man and Malik as his groomsman. Like Ethan, Amit and Malik would wear slim tuxedos. Mallory and Charlotte would wear long dresses of delicate pale green lace.

    I’d also nominated Lindsey as my official stylist and dresser. Since she’d seemed very relieved to say yes, I guessed she hadn’t been confident in my styling choices. But then again, neither was I. Which was why I’d asked the House fashionista to do it.

    She brought one of the black tackle boxes to the dining table, flipped the latch, and opened the top, revealing a dozen trays of lipsticks, eye shadows, blushes, and mascaras.

    I blew out a breath, nodded. “Okay,” I said. “Let’s get to work.”

    Lindsey took the statement seriously. She pulled my hair into a ponytail, scrubbed my face, and then attacked me with brushes and tweezers, sponges and serums, highlighters and contouring powder.

    While she worked, Shay moved silently around the room, sometimes standing, sometimes crouching, while taking photographs. It was . . . unnerving.

    “When was the last time you were this poked and prodded?” Mallory asked.

    “Last night!” Lindsey squealed, leaning forward to click her glass against Mallory’s.

    “You’re both incorrigible,” I said.

    “We do have that in common.” Lindsey cocked her head. “I like the look of the makeup so far. Romantic, but not too ‘windswept on the moors.’”

    I smiled. “Possibly the title of the first romance novel I ever read.”

    Lindsey snorted, dabbed lipstick on the back of her hand, then dotted it across my lips. “Mmm-hmm,” she said, nodding at me, then added a coat of clear gloss. She screwed the gloss’s applicator back into the jar again, then looked around the room.

    “I think that will do it. Everyone?”

    Everyone moved in behind me, began cooing over Lindsey’s work.

    “Very elegant,” Helen said, which I figured was as good as a girl could get.

    “Now that you’re extragorgeous,” Lindsey said, “are you finally going to let us see the dress?”

    Anticipation fell over the room like a fog, silencing everything.

    No one had seen it yet, not even Mallory. I hadn’t looked forward to drinking champagne while spending four hours at a bridal store—that really seemed inefficient—but I had accepted that I’d have to do it. I’d imagined Mallory, Charlotte, and Lindsey giving thumbs-down to taffeta, circle skirts, and poufy shoulders. It just hadn’t worked out that way. I’d fallen for the first dress I’d tried on. And since we were on a tight schedule, I’d snapped it up, giving the staff just enough time to get it altered before the big day.

    It was the most expensive article of clothing I’d ever bought. Jaw-droppingly expensive, but if I was going to spend money on a dress, I figured this was the one. And the price still probably paled in comparison to the dresses Ethan had bought for me. The fact that I’d used hardly any of the House stipend I’d been collecting for a year helped ease the guilt.

    “Sure,” I said, and they moved aside to let me rise to the dress bag. When I turned around again, they were watching me.

    “I can pick my own clothes,” I said sheepishly.

    “This isn’t just clothes,” Mallory said. “It’s your wedding dress.” She held up her hands. “But the bridge has been crossed and I’m not taking it personally.”

    “You are a little.”

    “I am a little. But I will live. So let’s see it.”

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