~~Arthur's PoV~~
Rebecca is behind the curtain, trying on her potential wedding gowns.
I and my wife are waiting on this of the curtain to help her with the outfit picking.
She came out wearing the first gown she selected. It was admirable, but it was her decision in the end.
They put a veil on her head. She looked beautiful.
"I am going with this one," she said. She decided pretty quickly.
"Why don't you try the other options too" I suggested. I have cleared my entire day's schedule for her. She doesn't have to hurry.
"No, I love this one," she was firm in her decision.
"You look spectacular, the groom will fall in love with you at first sight," my wife said, admiring my sister.
My sister indeed took after my mother, both in beauty and temper.
She went back in to change over. I stood up to make the payment.
Marcus rushed inside and was searching for Rebecca.
"She just went back in to change," I said, and he looked disappointed.
"Not yet," we heard Rebecca's voice. They opened the curtains again.
"I was, but then recalled that I had another brother who has to approve my dress," she said smiling.
"You look...." Marcus didn't complete the sentence. He was looking at her with a weird expression.
"Bad?" Rebecca looked tensed.
"Beautiful," He said, smiling. His eyes softened for the first time in years.
Unknowingly, a smile crept onto my face. It was good to see him joke around again.
"Here, take this," he forwarded a chain to her.
"You remembered," Rebecca said. She looked as if she was about to cry.
"I do," he said. Rebecca turned around and slid her hair over her shoulder. Marcus put the chain around her neck.
My sister looked at me. I could sense her intense gaze at me. But I ignored it.
I forgot about it. It is a custom for brothers of the bride to gift something they deem precious to her before the wedding. They usually gift jewellery.
My wife pinched me seeing no response from me.
"What?" I asked.
"Where is your present for her?" she whispered.
"I don't have one," I said.
"Then we will go get one right now," she said, holding my hand.
"Why don't you both go on and choose the wedding cake? We will be right back," she said and dragged me outside.
Isn't she taking too much leniency?
"What do you think you are doing?" I asked sternly.
"What? We are getting a gift for her," she said casually.
Is she onto something again?
"Andrew and Paul, come on, follow us," she said.
"No, they will stay with Rebecca," I ordered. Something is fishy.
She thought for a while and then said, "Okay, let's go."
She held my hand and pulled me inside the SUV.
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Poison and Passion
Romance#Book 2 (can be read as standalone) Srishti Khurrana, daughter of once upon a time underworld mafia king of India who had lost his throne due to his one mistake. To save his life he promised his just born daughter to the eldest son of then Italian...
