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I hear her shuffling around for a few moments, followed by glass shattering.
“Son of a bitch!” She yells, sounding like she’s in pain.
Without thinking, I wrap my hand around the doorknob and twist. The door opens, revealing a very shocked Alexandra, who is bent over trying to latch the buckle on her heels.
“What are you doing here?” She asks, annoyed.
I’m transfixed by her ass in the air to speak, let alone think about what I’m doing. “The better question is, why is your door still unlocked? Anyone can just walk in and hurt you.”
“YOU just walked in.” She glances at me as she still struggles with the straps.
“I thought you hurt yourself.” I eye the broken vase that is shattered on the ground beside her.
“Yeah, well, I’m not hurt. I’m just struggling a little.”
I close the door behind me and stride over to her. After unbuttoning my jacket, I squat down and lift her foot onto my leg.
“What are you doing, Joseph?”
“I’m helping you.” My fingers slowly slide up the side of her foot to her ankle. She shivers and lets out the tiniest moan.
I buckle the straps before doing the same to the other foot.
“Thank you.” She says as she tries to stand.
“Don’t move. There’s glass everywhere.”
I head to the kitchen and grab the broom to clean up the glass. I dump the glass shards into the trash can and make my way back to her. I offer her my hand and help her stand.
She’s beautiful. Stunning.
“Alexandra, you look-”
“Silly?” she asks, looking down at herself.
“Like a goddess.” I finish my sentence. “You’re absolutely glowing, and that dress is perfect.”
She slowly swirls around, showing me her dress. Her knee-length, semi-fitted light blue dress flows like it was made just for her.
“Francesca helped me with my makeup, and Savannah made me the dress.” Her face blushes as she reaches down and rubs her baby bump.
Our baby.
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” My compliment causes her blush to darken. I clear my throat and say, “So, what do you say? Will you go to dinner with me?”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and nods. “Sure. Dinner will be great. Besides, we’re already dressed up.”
We head downstairs to the lobby, where everyone is waiting for us. Francesca rushes over to us.
“Alexandra, that dress is incredible.”
She chuckles. “Savannah is a magician. Seriously, your wedding dress is going to be amazing.”
I cock my head at my sister. “You’re already planning your wedding dress?”
“I don’t need to plan my dress. I’m leaving the design to Savannah. I trust her completely.”
Savannah yells across the room. “No pressure, right? Anyone want to take my place?”