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Chapter 638

Chapter 638

Chapter 138 : He’s Dead

*Lena*

Two Weeks Later

Mom huffed out a breath, a garment clip clamped between her teeth as she fussed with the back of the fluffy white dress I was wearing. I grunted in response, looking into the full-length mirror at my reflection.

The dress was only tight around my breasts and fluffed out over my body in a “baby-doll” style that suited the growing swell of my belly to the point that it was hard to tell I was even pregnant. Silky puffy sleeves tapered off at my wrists.

“I look like a cream puff,” I laughed, glancing at Mom over my shoulder.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she bent back down to her task of fitting my now incredibly large breasts into the dress, once again.

“I like cream puffs,” Elaine said from the sofa on the other side of the airy, brightly colored sitting room in Castle Drogomor, her legs crossed on the coffee table.

Clare snorted with mirth as she flipped through Maeve’s huge leather-bound spell book that was sitting on her lap.

Sasha was skipping from one side of the room to the other, humming a little song as she pranced. Clare and Sasha were settled in Winter Forest but had come down for the wedding, which was taking place in three weeks. Clare seemed happy to be here early, and she quickly fell in step with Elaine, the two of them becoming fast friends.

I was a little jealous of that, especially since Clare still seemed skeptical of me, for whatever reason.

I chalked it up to her personality, which was probably the truth. She was just a grumpy, somewhat cold person.

Elaine, on the other hand, was back to being a ray of sunshine. I still couldn’t believe she was here. And I was glad that she was because it was all hands on deck. The wedding preparations were in full swing, the date set for the summer solstice itself.

Mom put the last garment clip in place and leaned back to examine her work, nodding at herself as she made me turn in a circle.

“I’ll have to take it out again before the wedding,” she said, more to herself than to me.

“It’s beautiful, Mom,” I assured her as I raised my arms towards the ceiling on her command so she could see how the fabric fell.

“Are you going to wear a veil?” Elaine asked, flipping through a wedding magazine.

Clare frowned at her, shaking her head. “She needs to wear a crown; she’s a princess after all.”

“I hadn’t thought that far–”

“Well, you should have,” Clare said leaning back into the couch cushions. “You have like, twenty days until the wedding.”

I waved my hand at her in dismissal as Mom turned me back toward the mirror.

“I think I’m going to wear my hair up,” I told Mom, but then I noticed the tears glistening in her eyes. “Mom? What’s the matter?”

“You’re just–oh, honey. You’re so beautiful–”

this morning I’d cried over a pair of the tiniest socks I’d

“I’m just so happy–”

the other side of the room, and we all turned around

exclaimed, rising

daughter, who had climbed one of the

and suddenly the

cried, and whoever was

heard Xander’s muffled protest as Dad pushed him away before he

shutting the door firmly behind me,

said, a wry smile touching his

narrowed my eyes at him. “Wow? That’s

“You look like–”

cream puff?” Elaine

breath in a whoosh, shaking

as Mom began to stick pins along the back of the dress to mark where she needed to adjust the

Clare, who was red in the face as she tried to pry Sasha off the bookshelf. Sasha, who had been

want to go outside!”

that’s perfect. Xander and I are going to have lunch

tights are new!” Clare protested, but Dad and Sasha were already at the

and stuck her tongue out at her mom before slipping outside, and Dad gave her an apologetic glance before he left

on top of

only five,” Mom smiled. “She’ll grow

Clare replied, but something in her tone made my chest

I could step out of the dress, wearing nothing but a silken

over my shoulders and

her eyes downcast in

me the name of Sasha’s father, but we’d been interrupted by a warrior coming

interrupted me, her face cast in

right? Was Carl

beneath her to grab the envelopes she was sitting on and giving them to

mom was long gone by the time I found out the

he?” I asked again, trying and failing to hide

been sitting right ever since I found out about Clare’s past. Something that chipped away at me every time I looked at Sasha, a familiarity of some kind, like I’d seen her features before, features

“His name is Slate–”

against the wall, my stomach tying into a

“I’m fine–”

was looking right at me, her face flushing as she watched my reaction. “Lena, do you know

said on an exhale,

from the couch, her eyes narrowed into a deathly glare. “How the

“I killed him. I killed him in the

me as they waited for me to continue. I kept my

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