Page 22 of A Sixpence For Your Shoe (Revenge Brides #6)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Vincent

“ Y es, thank you, that’s everything," I confirm with the phone pressed against my ear.

“Thank you, sir, your order will be with you as soon as possible.”

I hang up, tossing the phone onto the sofa next to us.

Misha is sitting on my lap with her back resting against my chest. She has her head tilted back against my shoulder and she’s holding the iPad in front of herself.

She giggles and glances at me, “You ordered way too much,” She says.

“We’ve got a long day and all night ahead of us, and a lot of planning to do. I figured we could have a whole buffet while we’re at it.”

“Did you get those little chicken wings with the blue cheese dip?”

Laughter rolls through me. “Of course I did, little raven. I know you’ve been craving those all day.”

She sighs, grinning, “I’m not going to fit into my wedding dress this weekend.”

“Then you will have to marry me naked.” I whisper against her neck as I trace kisses over her skin and goosebumps spring across her arms. She shudders and giggles. “If you start that, we will never get any planning done.”

I nod, reluctantly stopping and wrapping my arms around her narrow waist. “Ok, ok, what are you showing me here?”

She holds the iPad up again and flicks her finger across the screen to scroll between images.

“This one or this one?" she says, showing me the options for our cake.

“The black one.” I say, loving the dark energy it has. “What made you choose a black one?” I ask curiously.

She shrugs, leaning her head against my cheek. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I just wasn’t sure how traditional you wanted the wedding to be.”

“I want the wedding to be your dream day. And I love the black cake.”

She pinches the screen and zooms into the details on the image, with carefully handmade black roses crafted from icing adorning the sides of the cake. “It’s red velvet inside. So, when we cut it open it’s a gorgeous dark red color. Here - look.” She flicks to another image.

“It’s perfect.” I say, “Just like you.”

“If we are getting the black cake—” She bites her lip, turning in my lap to look at me with those beautiful green eyes I can’t resist.

I already know what she’s going to ask.

“I’ll call the designer right now and tell him you want the wedding dress in black.” I chuckle, reaching for my phone again.

Misha is over the moon.

While I talk to the designer I watch her. She slides from the sofa onto the floor and is making notes as she leans over the coffee table. When my call ends, she scrunches her nose and sighs, looking at me with worry in her eyes.

I reach out and pull her back onto my lap.

“Your mother will come around, my pet. Give her time. We can have dinner on Thursday night. You’re seeing her tomorrow, aren’t you?

To smooth things over? Then we can all have dinner the following night and she can meet me, and it will all be settled by Saturday morning when we get married. ”

Misha sighs again. “I hope so. I really want her there. But - if it doesn’t happen that way - if she refuses to come, I just need you to know that it doesn’t change anything. I love you no matter what and I can’t wait to marry you, Vincent.”

Her words tighten around my heart, tying me to her, locking me into her. She is my entire world.

All afternoon Misha and I plot and plan and customize our wedding. It’s going to be perfect.

I have invited everyone. They will all be there to witness our union. And her beauty.

They will witness this little creature pledging her soul to me, her life, her love, and her heart.

When the food arrives, we spread it over the coffee table and snack on all the assorted flavors while we carry on planning and by midnight, we are both exhausted and happy - and we’ve chosen everything for our perfect day.

Misha pops it all into an email and sends it to the wedding planner to make sure she knows exactly what we want. Then I scoop my little fiancée into my arms and carry her up to our bedroom.

She’s exhausted, and even though I want to devour her whole, I pull her into my arms and cradle her against my chest so that she can rest peacefully. We have our whole lives ahead of us and I can be patient for her.

Misha sleeps so deeply while I lie awake listening to her breathing to make sure she is ok. I watch her, stroking my hands over her body and admiring her beautiful face.

I can’t believe she is going to be mine. She is everything I have ever wanted.

As dark as I am.

As enticing and mysterious.

As wild and charismatic.

And best of all - she is entirely devoted and obedient to me. I own her. I own every inch of her body and soul.

“You can never escape me, little raven.” I whisper quietly in the dark before I rest my head on the pillow next to her, wrapping my arm possessively around her.