Page 283 of Broken Saint
“Nova, would you like a drink?”
“Mimosa sounds fantastic,” she exclaims ripping her eyes from West and following Dad and Hilda out of the room, as if they’ll actually order her one.
“Wh-who was that?” West whispers the second they’re out of earshot.
“That?” I ask, pointing at Nova’s retreating back. “That is our new stepsister. Why? Do you know her?”
West lifts his hand before combing his hair back and fucking up any styling he did before dragging his palm down to his mouth.
“N-no. Never met her before in my life.”
“Liar.”
“I-I?—”
“Later,” I hiss before the guys join us, although they’re nowhere near a good enough distraction to stop me from noticing how West’s eyes move to where Nova stands at the bar just outside the room.
She immediately glances back. It’s impossible to miss the chemistry that crackles between them.
Interesting…
Pushing my brother’s antics and impending drama aside, I follow our planner's instructions and find myself standing by his side in front of our officiant.
Our guests have filled the seats. There is just one free ready for Benny after he’s walked Ella down the aisle.
My eyes catch on Angie’s and they crinkle as she smiles.
I’ll never be able to express how grateful I am for her support since Ella and I found each other again. I miss my mom, of course I do. But I didn’t realize how much until I had a mother figure back in my life again.
“Good luck,” she mouths.
“Thank you.”
“Ready?” West asks.
“More so than you are. I can’t believe you lied to me last night.”
“I needed to blow off some steam,” he explains.
“And how did that go for you?”
“Can we just focus on you?”
Our planner waves at me from the double doors on the other side of the room and my heart lurches.
“No. Let’s focus on Ella,” I say, nodding to our planner.
It’s time.
My hands tremble at my sides and my heart rate picks up.
I’m so ready to see my girls.
The double doors open, and I blow out a slow breath as Macie and Peyton emerge, dressed in matching purple dresses.
But as beautiful as they look, they don’t hold my interest; instead, I look behind them, ready for who comes next.
A wide smile spreads across my face as my beautiful baby girl emerges in Letty’s arms next. She looks so pretty in her ivory dress with a purple bow around her waist.