The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

“I have purple pumps that would look great with that!” Megan said and rushed back to her own She returned with the heels in hand and, yeah, they matched perfectly.

“Thank you.” I told them. This is amazing… I don’t know what to say..

“We’re your friends, Hazel,” Maria replied. “This is what friends do.”

My heart was full.

closet.

Mabel swung by to see my friends, then brought the carefully disguised outfit to me. From the outside, even if Mabel had been photographed with it, no one would have been able to tell what was inside the collection of hefty bags.

She handed it over to me, and after seeing her off again, I immediately went into the bedroom to try it on.

Logan had gone out with Dylan to try to cheer him up over a round of golf. This gave me time I needed to shower and shave, blow dry my hair then slip into the cocktail dress.

It fit me as if it had been made for me. I thanked every potential god in all universes that Rachel and I were the same size.

My friends had even included the dark choker that I tied neatly around my waist and the silver bangles for my wrists. I slipped on the heels next, grateful Megan and I shared shoe sizes, then stood in front of the

mirror.

I didn’t do my makeup yet, but even without it, I barely recognized myself. I looked like a fairy godmother had visited me and gifted me with magical satin. I felt something like a princess.

“Holy…” Logan gasped from the doorway.

Turning, I caught the slack–jawed expression on his face, and the way his eyes widened as he looked. slowly down the length of my body, appreciating every dip and curve

“Do you like it?” I asked him

“You walked straight out of my dreams.” Logan said. Recovering, a smooth smile pulled at his lips as he came closer. The dress is nice too.”

I

Laughing, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He leaned in and kissed him.

“You look amazing,” Logan said. “You are going to turn every head in the room:

“Good,” I said. This time, attention was what we wanted.

Glancing down, he openly stared at the exposed curve of my breasts. “I’m glad I get to appreciate the view privately first.”

“Mmm,” I hummed. “You can do more than look, if you want.”

With a growl, He scooped me up into his arms and carned me toward the bed.

“Don’t wrinkle the dress!” I shouted, laughing All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t worry,” he said, laying me down. “You won’t be wearing it long enough for it to get wrinkled.”

Soon, he made good on that promise.

1 remained confident up until the moment we were parking. Then, my stomach twisted unhappily.

nerves were starting to itch and my

Mabel, sitting in the backseat, leaned forward and dropped her hand on my shoulder. “You’re going to do great, Hazel. You know how to act around these characters. Just be yourself, be unabashed, and be in love with Logan.” 1

Glancing at Logan, looking delectable in his tuxedo, I knew that last part wouldn’t be too hard.

Logan pulled our sedan into a spot in the hotel’s underground parking. Typically, we would have gotten. valet, but there was some question about if Senior might tamper with our car. At least if we parked ourselves, we’d stay in charge of the keys.

We got out of the vehicle, and Logan came around to our side.

He held out his arm. “Ready?”

I wasn’t. Not by a longshot.

But for Dylan… For Logan and myself, and our future together…

I’d do what needed to be done. 1

I laced my arm through Logan’s. “Ready.