Page 214 of Savage Suit

“Where’d Noah say we’re going again?” I asked as smoothly as possible. No one would tell me his plans for our honeymoon.

Since he’d given me free rein to plan my dream wedding, I’d reciprocated the favor by allowing him to plan the honeymoon. But, for some unknown reason, he decided to keep our destination a secret until we arrived at the location. The curse of a private plane. He could pull off this sneaky shit. Flying commercial would’ve allowed me to know immediately.

“He told me last night,” I pressed, nonchalant. “The excitement of the day has affected my memory, so—”

“So fuck you,” Quinn said.

Alessia was more diplomatic. “You’ll find out tomorrow.”

Right.

“Put my playlist back on while I finish you up, please,” Quinn requested as she put the last of the curlers into my head. “We’ll let those set while I do your makeup.”

Quinn had begged and pleaded to do my hair and makeup. She wanted to be the one to doll me up for one of the most important days of my life.

Alessia wrinkled her nose asHit Em Upby Tupac came on. “This is so…”

“Wonderful?” Quinn interrupted, bopping her head to the beat as she rummaged through her gigantic makeup case.

“No,” Alessia replied hesitantly. “We’re in a rectory. Isn’t it like a sacrilege to have that on?”

“It’s not the church,” Quinn protested.

“Uh, well, no. B-but it’s, like,holy. Right? A holy man lives here.”

Quinn rolled her eyes.

“Can you put something else on, please?” Alessia asked.

“This song is a fucking classic!” Quinn declared.

“Mary, Don’t You Weepby Aretha Franklin is a classic, too, and better suited. We can play that.”

Quinn groaned, and my smile widened. Personally, I didn’t mind rap music, although it wasn’t ever my first pick, so the interaction amused me.

“Ry, while I get the makeup out, pick another song.”

I picked up her phone, happy it wasn’t locked.

“Yes ma’am.” I selectedSkateby Silk Sonic, glancing between my sister and soon-to-be sister-in-law. “Y’all good with this?”

“Yes,” they chorused.

Alessia tapped her fingers along to the beat.

“Close your eyes, I’m about to start,” Quinn directed, grabbed my chin, and turned my head in her direction.

My smile remained as my eyes closed. Anticipation rose in me; I couldn’t wait until this time tomorrow. By then, I’d be Mrs. Noah Keegan.

Two and a half hours later, I gazed at myself in the full-length mirror, speechless. Quinn had outdone herself and made me look better than I ever had. My younger sister had opted for a 1950sish makeup look, with a neutral eyeshadow that still managed to make my eyes pop and made the cat eye eyeliner stand out. My cheeks had been pinkened with rouge, and my lips were scarlet. Though my hair was loose, it framed my face perfectly, and revealed the pearl hoops in my ears. The rollers had resulted in big, voluminous curls that flowed freely, stopping right below my bust and drawing attention to the plunging sweetheart neckline of my wedding gown.

I made it a point to pick a gown with a plunging neckline, to show off my new tattoo dedicated to my parents. For that reason, I hadn’t worn a necklace, deciding large earrings were better, so the tattoo could be my chest’s centerpiece.

My classic bell-shaped wedding dress clung to my body, sculpting my tits and waist and flaring out to conceal my ass and legs, the cathedral train pooling around my feet. It had a pearl-beaded bodice and off-the-shoulder sleeves. All in all, I resembled a Disney princess.

“Alessia, look, look, look!” Quinn squealed, clearly pleased with how gorgeous she’d made me look.

I was delighted with her work, too. Though she hadn’t wanted payment, I would make it a point to have Noah pay her handsomely for her job today and recommend her to women in his circle.