The In Death Collection Books 26-29 - J.D. Robb [582]
“No, don’t turn around yet! Don’t look yet!” Peabody ordered. “We have to attach the veil, then you can look.”
“You do it. I’ll mess up her hair, then Trina will kill me.” And Eve had to admit, the soft, loose curls were pretty, and well, perfect, she decided when Peabody hooked the veil to the tiny, sparkling tiara nestled in them.
Peabody sniffled, blinked, but tears spilled out anyway.
“Cut it out,” Eve ordered.
“I can’t help it.” She stepped back, where she and Mavis wrapped arms around each other’s waist and sniffled in accord.
Louise took a deep breath, turned.
“Well, holy shit.” Eve stared. “I think you went a couple clicks up from perfect.”
Romantic, Eve thought, but almost otherworldly with acres of white foamy, filmy, floating skirts, the sparkle of beads on the strapless bodice. The dress was a winner, no question, but the look on Louise’s face outshone even that.
“I look like a bride,” Louise murmured.
“Here.” Tears trickling, Trina offered Louise her bouquet of sweet-heart roses in shades of the palest pink to the deepest red. Then gave Eve and Peabody their smaller rounds. “Come on, Mavis, we’d better get down there.”
Mavis scooped up the baby. “Say bye, Bellarina. You’re all seriously beautiful.” She sighed and hurried out.
“Ready?” Eve asked Louise.
“Dallas.” She held out a hand, took Eve’s for a hard squeeze. “I’m so ready.”
The sun shone, and the quietest of breezes whispered under the music of flutes and violins. Masses of flowers sweetened the air. Peabody walked first down the white runner forming an aisle between the seated guests toward the arbor of white roses where Charles stood with Roarke and McNab.
Eve followed her. Her eyes met Roarke’s. And there, she thought, right there was the reason for this. The reason for the flowers and the pomp, the fuss and the formality.
There was love.
Only you, she remembered. She’d walked to him on a summer day once before, and he’d seen only her.
He smiled at her as he had when she’d walked down a white runner to an arbor of white roses toward him. As it had then, her heart gave one quick leap.
Sometimes, she thought as she took her place, turned, life could be pretty damn perfect.