Falling With Grace

“He’s right. You should get some rest. Don’t stress over tablecloths.” She glanced up with imploring, glassy eyes and gave me the slightest nod of agreement.

Nadia huffed and stood, pointing her finger at the old woman as she slipped her purse chain over her shoulder. “I’ll make the final decisions.”

“Of course. Of course,” Juana nodded. “I’ll give you a call once I’ve put it all together.”

I nodded, a flicker of triumph coursing through me as I touched Nadia’s back, guiding her out of the building—all too eager to leave this world of lace and napkins behind.

Outside, Nadia spun around, cutting off my exit with her long frame. “Do you have something else to do?”

I raised a brow. “I always have something to do.”

“But, like, something more important than this?”

I gave hera lazy smile. “More important than color-coordinating dresses, picking dinner options, and venues? Yes… always.” Placing my hands on her shoulders, I spun her towards the waiting SUVs and urged her inside. Sliding beside her, my bodyguard shut the back door, and we drove away.

“That’s hurtful, Elias.” Her shoulders fell as she looked out at the passing city. “It’s our wedding. I thought you’d want to be involved.”

I grunted as I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket once more and flipped through the camera feeds.

Where is she?

“Can you believe the audacity of the florist to suggest those roses? I mean, honestly, who does she think we are?”

Inhaling, I closed my eyes, exhaled, and opened them as a text buzzed.

Javier

There’s something we need to discuss.

What now?

The Mercedes convoy cut through the evening traffic with practiced ease, the low hum of the engine providing a steady backdrop to Nadia’s incessant chatter.

“I liked those roses.”

“But they were small. I want a large bouquet with wide, white roses, not like the ones your Mamá—”

“Nadia?” I pinched the bridge of my nose as I exhaled.

She turned in her seat, her ankles crossed and tucked, exuding an air of a princess with impeccable etiquette. “Yes?”

“Be quiet, would you?”

“Is everything okay?” She reached over and caressed my thigh. “Do you have a headache?”

I pocketed my phone and adjusted my suit jacket as I clenched my teeth.

“It would make sense. You’ve been so tense since Grace came around.”

I gripped her hand, preventing her from moving closer to my flaccid cock. “Have I?”

The vehicle pulled up to the entrance and paused, waiting for the heavy, thick metal gate to swing wide.

“Yes.” She nodded, her nails digging in. “She’s strange. And secretive. You have so many enemies. How do you know she’s not one of them?”

The vehicle moved forward and parked at the front door.

I placed her handback into her lap. “You worry too much about matters that aren’t your concern.” Our doors opened wide. “Why don’t you focus on things that are truly important?”