–Laura–
I furrowed my brows and gritted my teeth. Carrie was fitting Livana's wedding gown. But then again, I shouldn't be angry. Livana wasn't going to marry that cheating bastard anyway.
"The wedding gown isn't made for you, sis," I told her as she sipped from her champagne glass. We were currently riding in the limousine Damon insisted we use to get to the venue. Livana wore a stunning white cocktail dress — she looked absolutely gorgeous. I still had to retouch her makeup, though, and cover a few hickeys Damon had left on her chest. That Was not an easy job.
Damon sat across from us like a shadow, brooding quietly.
"I'll be waiting here after the show, my love," he said, looking classy, dangerous, and ridiculously sexy. Honestly, I kind of liked this side of my brother-in-law. I couldn't wait to see my family's faces when they realized Livana had married Blackwell. Oh, the drama. The screaming. The gaslighting. I was living for it.
