She nods and takes the dress from me, disappearing into a fitting room where two attendants are waiting for her. I wonder if I’ll ever find myself trying on the dress of my dreams. I can’t imagine finding someone I’d actually want to marry.
Hannah emerges from the fitting room looking like the superstar she is, and this time my smile turns genuine. She looks beautiful, and seeing her wearing one of my grandest designs is surreal.
“Wow,” I whisper.
Hannah chuckles and turns around for me. “It’s perfect, Rave. I love it.”
She turns toward the mirror and assesses the dress carefully. “Did you decide if you’re bringing a date to the wedding? Don’t forget the NDA. No one can know what event they’re actually attending until the day of our wedding, or we’ll have the paparazzi swarming us.”
“I know,” I remind her. “Don’t worry. I’m not bringing a date. Your wedding day is all about you, and I want to be there for you. I can’t do that if I have to entertain a date. Besides, I’m not seeing anyone.”
Because of Hannah’s popularity, her wedding has been kept under wraps. Not even her closest friends will be told that the party they’re invited to is her wedding. Chances of the news leaking are too high, and no amount of security could keep the press away if they caught wind of a wedding between the CEO of one of the largest media companies and a famous actress.
“I suppose it’s good that you aren’t dating anyone,” she says absentmindedly. “You’re lucky in that sense, I guess. Enjoy being single for as long as you can. I didn’t have that luxury for very long.”
Luxury. I smile mockingly, my spine straightening. I’d do anything to trade places with her. “Is everything okay?” I ask, forcing myself to remain kind and calm. These days, the bitterness runs so deep that I can taste it on my tongue, but I can’t let it show.
“I don’t know,” she says, her voice soft. “Ares and I are always fighting these days. We’re barely even friends anymore, and it’s just insane that we’re getting married. Sometimes I wonder if it would’ve been different if Ares hadn’t been my first boyfriend. I’d never been in a serious relationship before him, and because of that, we’ve always felt like a work-in-progress. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we’d met once we’d already been in a few relationships. If we’d learned our lessons before we got together, would everything have felt a little easier?”
I blink in surprise, unsure what to say. Ares and Hannah always seemed like the perfect couple to me. I never realized they had any issues at all, but I suppose it makes sense that they do.
“There’s a certain beauty in growing together, Han. Knowing that everything you two have accomplished, you did together… that is admirable and enviable. Maybe things could have been different, but they aren’t, and you two have made the best of the cards you were dealt.”
She nods and looks at me, vulnerability in her expression. “Maybe, Rave. I’m not sure, you know? It’s just been so hard. The Windsors have so many rules when it comes to our marriage. Did you know Ares and I aren’t allowed to stay away from each other for more than three consecutive nights during the entire first three years of our marriage? It’s insane, but if we breach their terms, Ares loses his inheritance. They’re just so different from us. When I was younger, I thought it was amazing. It made me feel like I was marrying into royalty, but now? Now it’s constricting and putting so much strain on my relationship with Ares and my career. I can’t just take a break from filming for an entire year, and Ares can’t always accompany me on set. How are we supposed to abide by the three-night-rule?”
I nod, my heart aching at the thought of them together. I can’t even stay in my own house when I know that Ares is staying over. I can’t stand the idea of them together, just a few doors down. The last thing I want to think about is how they’ll be spending every night together from now on.
“I’m sure that’s negotiable, Han. Just talk to Grandma Anne.”
She throws her hands up and sighs. “Don’t you think I haven’t tried? She won’t budge on it. Grandma doesn’t want me to work at all. The closer we get to the wedding, the more I’m second-guessing this.”
I inhale deeply and force myself to look my sister in the eye. “You love Ares, don’t you?”
She nods. “With all my heart.”
“Then you’ll be okay, Han. I know that being with him requires sacrifices on your part, and I’m sure it’s the same for him, too. For years now, he hasn’t been able to date you publicly because of your career. That can’t have been easy on him either, you know? There must have been so many things he’s wanted to do with you and couldn’t. Now it’s your turn to make some sacrifices. That’s what marriage is supposed to be, right? Compromise.”
She nods and turns back toward the mirror, her eyes roaming over her dress. “Yes, I guess so. I guess the worst part is that Ares is so perfect. All of our issues stem from me. I know he deserves everything, but I’m still having a hard time pushing aside my ego and my aspirations. One year is enough for people to forget about me, you know? Imagine three years.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “You’re Hannah Du Pont. There’s no way anyone will ever forget about you, Han. You could take a ten-year hiatus and it still wouldn’t matter.”
She smiles at me then. “Thank you, Rave,” she says, her voice soft. “I needed this. I needed to talk to someone who won’t judge me for my selfishness, for the thoughts that I shouldn’t be voicing at all.”
I shake my head and smile back at her. “You’ll be okay, sis. In two weeks, you’re going to be the most beautiful bride anyone has ever seen, and soon all of your doubts will seem like a distant memory.”
She nods, a hint of insecurity in her eyes. “You’ll be by my side, won’t you?”
“Always,” I promise. I’ll always be there for her, even if doing so rips my hearts to shreds over and over again.
Chapter Eleven
Ares
I know I’m dreaming when I see her smile at me so innocently, her body pressed against mine. I’ve been having this exact same dream for years. She’s wearing that same red dress that she always wears in this dream, the one she was wearing on Sierra’s 21st birthday.
It’s so short that bending her over will expose her tight ass, and the fabric strains against her breasts, barely containing her beautiful body.
“Ares,” she begs, “please.”
It’s been years since I last saw her look so shy. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Raven,” I whisper, my hand tangling into her hair. I clench my jaw and ball my fist in her hair as I tilt her face up toward mine.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her pupils slightly diluted. The way she’s panting betrays her desire. She looks like she’s silently begging me to kiss her, to ruin the pink lipstick she’s wearing.
“I know exactly what I’m asking for, Ares.”
My cock is throbbing inside my jeans as I turn us both over, pushing her against the wall. “You shouldn’t even be here, little girl. You’re too young. Too innocent. What do you think you’re doing here, huh?”