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I stand at the top of the staircase and look down at the hosting space. Everything was perfect. Champagne tower, chocolate fountains, the cake, the streamers, balloons.
I was pretty proud of myself. I planned this entire thing in just hours. A few guests were already here and even Myra has dressed in her red knee-length dress already. I was probably the only one left to get dressed. I decided to take a walk in the garden first, to clear my mind a bit. It has been one hectic day.
I step out into the cool air, but I'm met with a back. A back made in the streets of heaven, because damn. Axton was dressed in a black suit, hair styled to perfection, skin glowing, and Oh God, his scent, filling the air with its heavenly fragrance.
"Hey, pretty boy." I walk up to him, facing the pool.
"Hey." he sends me the smallest smile.
"What are you doing here? The party starts in forty minutes." I chuckle.
"I can ask you the same question, but I knew you'd be here. I wanted to talk to you about an arrangement after my marriage. Every married man needs a mistress." he smirks.
"Well, you better pay me." I tease.
"Of course, being one of the most successful designers in the world doesn't pay for all those Chanel bags that you had walking down the street earlier." I raise an eyebrow.
"Paparazzi."
"Oh, makes sense." I laugh.
"So, is that a yes or no?"
"Shut up." I playfully hit him.
"You did a great job with the party." he hits me with his shoulder.
"Thank you." I giggle.
We stand in comfortable silence.
"Soph." He breaks our silence.
"Hmm?" I ask staring at the sky.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" I turn to him confused.
"What?" I asked.
"When you came out here, you called me a pretty boy." I laugh.
"Axton, I'm gonna get ready." I chuckle walking away.
I walk to one of the guest rooms.
I take a quick shower, slip into my strapless, black dress with a slit going down the left leg. It was long and fit perfectly around my waist.
My hair was in loose curls, I did some make-up and grabbed my black heels.
One final look in the mirror and I was out the door.
I stand on top of the staircase as I look down at all the people in the room. There were a lot of people. Seeing that Axton was the most famous billionaire in New York and Piper was a pretty well-known model, the wedding and every event included were going to be filled with people.
