Case File Name:
Empty Promises.
♠Chapter Ninety-Two♠
By six that morning, Marie and the twins had rushed over to our house.
Tazmin also managed to get on a phone call with a wedding planner.
While she remained on the call, I was left explaining everything that had recently happened to Marie and the twins.
Which included everything that occurred with Gia and what she had done.
Minus the stillbirth considering that's not my information to tell.
Once they were all three caught up, we all naturally sprung into action.
There were numerous things to plan, yet I was meant to stay home with Tazmin.
Mostly because it's safer than being out in public right now.
But luckily, Marie has a stylist who can stop by with dresses—while she goes and picks out my bouquet and other details.
The twins insisted on planning the wedding cake for after—even if it felt like there wouldn't be much of an after.
I let out a long stressful sigh, eyeing the soft white material that rippled down my body and subtly outlined my curves.
It was a halter neck with an open back—just what I envisioned wearing on the beach with Tazmin standing across from me.
"Beautiful," I heard her familiar voice say.
Which immediately made my eyes widen, "Tazmin you aren't supposed to see me in my dress yet," I said, quickly trying to cover myself with my arms.
My soon-to-be wife only smiled slightly as she approached me anyway, "I'm allowed to see your dress the day of, and technically—"
"Yeah, I know," I mumbled as she ran her arms around my waist and pulled me into her body.
I let out a deep sigh, resting my cheek against her chest as my arms naturally ran around her waist to hold her closer.
"You can always choose a different dress baby," Tazmin offered, nuzzling her face into my neck.
"It doesn't matter now," I determined, mostly because this was the only dress that I liked and honestly none of this felt like it even mattered.
None of it feels meaningful.
We should've just gotten eloped and called it a day.
"Everything matters," Tazmin said, her tone nothing but serious with me, "Your dress, the heels, even the rings—"
"Fuck," I suddenly whispered, cutting her short in realization, "The rings, Tazmin," I said, pulling back to meet her dark eyes.
Tazmin only smiled slightly, "The one I customized for our first engagement is waiting at Cartier," she explained, not alarmed whatsoever by the last-minute detail missing.
I quickly shook my head, "But your ring—I haven't picked out your ring," I forced out, backing away from her as I stressfully ran my fingers through my dark hair.
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Lãng mạn"If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask," Tazmin said, her raspy voice lowered as she drew one of her hands up the inside of my thigh. I clenched my jaw, "I didn't," I gritted, even if we both knew it was a full-faced lie. Especiall...
