Free Sexy Love (Sexy Series Book 4) by Dani Lovell Page A

with the stem of her champagne flute, her eyes drinking in the sparkles and riches as they are pulled from their bags.
    “Now, did you bring some heels, Beatrice? Or would you like me to go get you a pair? And did you remember to wear nude panties as we discussed over the phone?”
    “No, it’s okay, I brought some shoes, and yes, I remembered the knickers, er... panties,” Bea says in her very English accent, making the word ‘panties’ sound like a completely different word, altogether, and she walks over to the shoe bag she brought with her.
    “Good girl,” Joyce says in her deep tone, “you bring those with you into the fitting room, but first – please have a little look through the gowns and decide which will be your first to try.”
    “Ooh,” Bea says with a tiny excited giggle, holding her hands together as she approaches the rail with wide eyes - just like a little girl. “I suppose I can try any one on right now, so, um…” she puts her fingertip to her lip and purses as she picks one at random. “I’ll go with this one.”
    Tilly squeals excitedly next to me as Bea disappears through a curtain into a large, mirrored dressing room, followed by Joyce and gown#1.
    “Now, you girls sit tight, she’ll be out in a minute. Beatrice, dear, you get undressed and I’ll be back in just a moment to help you get the dress on.” She closes the rich, silk drapes as if she’s stroking a prized Persian cat with those jewel-drenched sausage fingers, and again walks through the archway purposefully.
    “She’s gonna look fucking amazing in everything, you know that?” Tilly says to me, shaking her head. “It’s going to be a right pain in the arse trying to pick one because we’re going to love fucking everything.”
    “I was thinking exactly the same thing earlier, how are we going to pick? It’s definitely going to be a tough call today.”
    “I know, I’m almost hoping she looks minging in most of them so we have less of a job trying to pick the favourite.”
    I laugh, “Minging?”
    “Oh yeah, I keep forgetting you don’t use that here – yeah, you know – gross, hideous, totally unattractive.”
    “Hmm, okay… interesting. Well I very much doubt it’s physically possible for Bea to look unattractive in anything, but I agree, it would make our lives a little easier right now.”
    The noise of yet another text message on my cell distracts us slightly from the conversation about Bea’s ridiculously unfair beauty, but having heard about a thousand emails and texts deliver to my cell since I left work, I’m not in the slightest interested in checking them and feeling that uncontrollable urge to let work take over. I’m helping to choose my sister-in-law’s wedding dress, for heavens sake, I refuse to sit here on my cell responding to emails.
    Joyce returns to the fitting room within a few minutes and it takes much less time than expected for her to step out and slowly pull back those precious drapes to reveal Bea in the first dress; a stunning ‘Berta’ number.
    “Oh my God!” Tilly squeals, cupping her nose and mouth with both hands as her eyes begin to well up. I turn from Tilly to look at our focal point as she slowly steps out and onto the raised platform in front of us.
    I’m rarely without words, unless I’m with Sebastian and he’s saying despicable things to me, but I am totally lost as I look at Bea in the most beautiful wedding gown I think I’ve ever seen.
    “Oh my goodness,” I whisper, open-mouthed, “Bea, it’s just… you look… wow.”
    Bea’s face is a picture, her smile is as broad as the most expansive of oceans and tears fill her eyes as she looks into the mirrors of the huge dressing room from the podium on which she stands, for the first time.
    “What do you think, Beatrice?” Joyce asks, seemingly unaware of the awe in the room as she plays with the train of the dress behind her, “I always tell ladies not to look in the mirror until they are on the