The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

I smooth my hands down my ivory wedding dress. It’s classy elegance and understated top is lined with a simple sleeveless fitted bodice and tiny pearl detailing. It has a full wispy floating skirt, and layers and layers of chiffon puffing out to a full-length cloud of loveliness. It’s a fairy-tale princess dress and matches beautifully with the elegant engagement ring twinkling on my hand, sparkling in all its shining glory.

I admire my flawless natural make-up in the mirror, touching up my nude lipstick. My tawny hair is wild and curled in its loose romantic style, tiny tendrils hang around my face and I appraise my reflection with pride.

I look beautiful! I feel beautiful and serene. There is no fear whatsoever.

I look like a woman hopelessly in love, about to marry the man of her dreams.

I am that woman.

I slide on my satin ivory stilettos that almost mirror the shoes I used to adore so much. It feels weird to be back in heels after so long and I turn around, hearing movement from the room behind me, alerting me to tropical blue

eyes catching mine in the reflection as I straighten up.

“Oh, my God, Ems … God, you look stunning,” Sarah holds back a tear, touching her eyes with a tissue and waving her hands to save her mascara from running, as I watch

her in the mirror behind me. She’s wearing her fitted

blonde short hair is pinned up in a loose half up style like mine and I’m overcome with a huge surge of love. Her bright blue eyes are heavy with emotion as she’s watches me intensely in a way that has my heart

of passion rippling through me. My nerves are tingling, my stomach is fluttering, and my knees are turning to mush. I spin around lifting my delicate veil and let my eyes skim that flawless silhouette in the mirror, flat stomach once more and

vacuum of emptiness inside never leaves me, but I smile to myself, weakly, and push it down, lifting my chin defiantly, looking like old PA Emma, yet so different in so many ways. This is my happy day; no tears unless they are ones of joy. I remind myself that I’m not going to

behind Sarah. They only left me for a few minutes, so I could step into my dress, yet they’re acting like this is the

to find the perfect one and constant boring fittings with selfies that Leila just had to litter over Instagram. I banned Jake from using any social media the entire time we were planning the big day, for fear of trending posts giving away ideas of which shops I was heading into and people snapping sneaky photos of me trying on gowns in shops. Leila saw them, on more than one occasion and promptly chased them off, but still, pictures would still find themselves all over the social media sites. The world still loves their Carrero hotty after all and his hashtag on anything wedding related seemed

chide Leila softly, but she shakes her head and smiles back through a wave of

hopelessly cute when she cries, and I agree with her on the Daniel point. The boy clucks around her like a mother hen anytime she burst into tears. Daniel is turning as hopeless as Jake nowadays and never far from his lady’s side; gone is the Hunter of old who partied and messed around with women galore. Leila

and I watch as Leila runs a hand over her bulging bump. I am hit with another hint of rising tears and a small tug of envy. Her growing bump is twins, much to Daniel’s shock when they found out she was even carrying. That day I really thought we needed an ambulance for

long time for the feeling of emptiness to go away, and maybe not until I try for

marry him now then, huh?”

tears. “He’s asked enough times and I’m really only saying no because I’m such a fucking mess all the time. Why would he want this?” Leila sighs back her tears again and tries to limit the damage to her face with a compact, squinting at it disapprovingly then dabbing manically over the streaky areas in a bid to fix it. I predict it will happen many

at her with a knowing expression; one that says you do

bruise was a large ordeal and included a very long and messy recovery. I had a lot of counseling to deal with my past as well as the emotional aftereffects of what Vanquis did to me. Recovery involved rehabilitation to get past some of the brain damage I incurred from the incident, such as impaired

for abused children within Sylvana’s charity. I want to be a beacon of hope and a hand to guide children to a better life. I want to do for the Sophies” of the world what Jake did for me. It was

and instead hands her a wet wipe. It’s a safe bet to say Leila has looked better but it’s no surprise that her cute face can

and I admit that Marcus really is right for her. Sarah was