Chapter Twelve
Austin
I’m in Rome’s office reading over my vows when the door opens.
“Just give me like two minutes,” I say.
“Are you sure?” Holly’s voice has me turning around. “Not yet!” I stop moving before I’m all the way turned around.
The door shuts and the air in the room changes with her in it.
“You don’t have to do this. I made peace with it,” I say.
“Austin, turn around.”
“Really babe, I’m good. Promise.”
“Turn around.”
“Are you sure?”
“You’re ruining the moment.” She huffs.
I circle around and take her in. Her hair is pulled back with a veil pinned to the bottom. The white beaded top of her dress highlights her curves showing just a hint of cleavage and the layers of cascading white fabric from the waist down suit her perfectly. She is a vision in white and literally
