A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me – Part 26

It would have been impossible to be in a bad mood on a wedding day. That’s what I thought when Henris also woke up with a happy smile on his face. Excitement reigned throughout the house, Anne and Gemma running around trying to get the last things in place and make it to their appointments on time.

After a little discussion, breakfast and a shower, it was decided that I would get ready with the rest of the women, while Henris would spend time with Robin. At noon we left the house, our chosen clothes slung over our shoulders.

“Nora!” Henris called as I walked through the door. I turned around to find him, his eyebrows furrowed and his hands in the pockets of his tight black jeans. Those damn dark jeans that did wonders for his legs. Slowly, he motioned for me to walk towards him and, rolling my eyes, I obeyed.

g.” I said, walking towards him. I tried to sta

s eyes at me and leaned a

at the floor. Hands behind my back, I rocked on my feet, avoiding looking him in the eyes.

ng to kiss you, unles

just before and that was enough to make me melt into the kiss.

my embarrassment. “I’ll see you soon, Noras. Put your hair up.”

eady missed him.

e place in a traditional church that they usually attended. The place was simple and comfortable, but at the same time extremely beautiful.

ools, his legs crossed and a curious expression on his face, while a woman holding various makeup brushes worked around a vanity.

n wait your turn or start doing your hair before the bridesmaids arrive.”

ime eating snacks and talking endlessly about every little detail of our lives. The m

ght until he was thirteen, and that when he had his first girlfriend, he was so afraid to kiss her that she broke up with him. I learned that he cried for a week after the breakup, decided he w

I also learned that he had stage fright.

enri gradually changed with every minute I spent with his family. I always pictur

e going to die when you see the picture of him in makeup!” Gemma laughed, bringing me out of my thoughts. The hairdresser frowns, trying to keep her head still. “He was, what, 1

from the chair where she was having her nails done. “16.”

he guests.

walked towards him.

e look and I lowered my arms, offering my hand again with a shy smile. There was an awkward handshake before we spoke. “What are you doing here ?”

brother’s expression, she bursts out laughing; half of his drink is

you tell him?” he

t came up in conversation. And I don’t know, about the night light. And other things

“Ge

at the table. “Henris is angry because we told embarrassing stories and

emotion on his face. After a second, he composed himself and began to lightly tap his hand on my back, offering me a glass of water to stop me from coughing

conversation, I realized that everyone at ou

hand, instantly calming me, and

ally know

dn’t understand, and nodded slightly and

up.” J I blurted out, trying to pull myself together and take my mind off the fact that he hadn’t denied

the

he gifts I gave you.”

the delicious food they had

mouthful of rosemary chicken into my mouth and thought about what I was

e. He stood up, held out his hand to his beautiful mother and led her onto the dance floor. Robin watched with shining eyes as mother and son danced grac

pproached with a smile

hands. “We won’t dance in front of everyone,

remonstrated as her hand fell around my waist. “Now come on. You can hold

other music started playing, and I realized I had no idea how

my hands in his and placing the other on my hip.

ruin your shoes.”

I can buy ano

learn to dance?” I

“It’s a sec

in the eyes. He ran his tongue over his lower lip and rested his forehead against

’re

in the curve of his nec

“

m looking at me with a loving smile on hi

im, certainly with a satisfied smile

ing at him suspiciously, one eyebrow raised and my arms crossed on my

nk do you think you want to get?

with a big smile. “Very good, Noras. Very good.

y feet. I think I’ve forgiven you anyway, for taking your hair as I

and drank it. He shook his head and drank his drink, then we returned to the dance floor, glasses of champagne

“I think I’ll either stop or I’ll be

ght.’

ile finishing his

haired man and another

were looking at us, waiting for us to join in on the conversation we had interrupted

wince and bite my shoulder lightly. His cheeks turn red from the alcohol and he looks at me, smiling mischievously and show