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Looking back on our dispute from earlier, I felt foolish for how strongly I overreacted. Although I was deeply upset that she’d gone behind my back to confront Bianca, I was immensely impressed by her drive to face her problems directly. As sneaky as she’d been about it, I adored her for her independence and hoped that she would never lose it.
Nonetheless, I was glad that everything was sorted out between us and we were finally on the same page.
Natalia took a large sip of her water and spoke over the rim of her glass.
“Tallon?”
“Yes, love?”
“How long would it take to get your family here for a wedding?” she asked.
I raised my brows and gave it a solid thought. I tilted my head back and forth and gave a fairly rough estimation.
“About a week, at most.”
She silently nodded her head and went back to her dinner.
Between the two of us, there were significantly more people on my side as opposed to hers when it came to the guest list. Not including the immediate family, there were the cousins and their families to consider as well. If we were to actually sit down and make out a list of all the potential guests, only about ten percent of the reception would probably belong to Natalia’s side.
I peeked over my own wine glass to find my woman smiling as though she was plotting another hair-raising scheme.
I rolled a brow and tipped my head forward.
“Care to tell me what’s playing around in that pretty head of yours?” I asked.
Natalia’s smile deepened as she poked at the uneaten food that was still on her plate. She tried to shrug off her amusement but to no avail.
“You said that it would take about a week for your family to get here.”
I nodded my head.
“Want to get married in a week then?”
I set my glass down and let myself fall back into my chair. It had just occurred to me that with all the madness we’d been dealing with–enemies, wedding venues, ex-girlfriends, and finding the perfect dress—the two of us had never settled on an actual date.
I didn’t give an immediate answer to her question. Whether it was said out of humor or complete honesty, it brought a wave of utter devotion crashing over me. Visions of Natalia walking down that aisle, looking gorgeous in her long, white dress, danced in my mind like a teasing fantasy.
I couldn’t wait for that special day to come.
‘Why wait a week?’ I thought heatedly to myself. ‘I would marry her tomorrow if she’d let me.’
*Natalia*
Tallon gave me a surprised look as if he wasn’t sure whether I was being truly serious. And the thing was, I wasn’t sure either. Was it even possible to put together a whole wedding within a week?
Still, the thought of being Tallon’s wife within mere days had my heart fluttering.
He didn’t give me an immediate answer, not that I expected him to. Tallon merely sat back in his chair and pondered on the idea as if it were actually possible.
The more he sat there thinking about it, the more excited I grew at the possibility.
I shook my head and brushed off the crazy idea. Tallon had such a huge family, and it wasn’t fair to him to expect them all to come running for a last-minute wedding. Big families like that expected big weddings, I was sure of it, even though my side of the family wouldn’t mind at all.
I was thinking about how impossible it would all be when Tallon’s deep, sexy voice spoke out.
“Yes.”
My heart jumped into my throat when I glanced up to find Tallon smiling at me with a wondrous glint in his eyes. He nodded his head and spoke.
“Let’s get married in a week,” he said firmly.
I couldn’t stop the excitement shooting out of me as millions of chills raced down my body. Was he being serious?
“Really?”
He waved his hand in the air. “Why not?” he asked. “It’s our wedding. The day is meant to be about us, isn’t it?”
The corners of my mouth pulled my lips into a wider smile. “Very true,” I remarked. “But how are we going to book a venue for a wedding in just a week?”
He sat there thinking again, and it was making me even more excited.
Tallon gave me a suggestive look and smirked. “Who’s to say we need to even book a venue? Why not have it all here? We certainly have the room for it.”
My mouth fell open. Oh my God. Why hadn’t I ever thought of that?
We’d been looking around at all these big estates with elegant grounds and large rooms for the reception, and here we were sitting in the middle of such a place the whole time.
The compound was, indeed, large enough to hold such an event. But what truly snagged my interest was that it was private. There would be no dealing with other couples and venue coordinators or worrying about last-minute mistakes that often happened.
And I’d never need to worry about Bianca booking our own home for her wedding.
“I think that’s a perfect idea,” I said.
I jumped up, unable to contain my excitement anymore and thankfully, Tallon got up and met me halfway. I threw myself into his arms, feeling the warmth and comfort of his body against mine.
I felt his finger on my chin, and he tilted my head up so that our eyes met.
“You’re going to be my wife this time next week,” he said firmly.
The words sent tingles all through my body, and I stood on my tiptoes so his lips could meet mine.
For a moment, I let myself relax with him, relishing the knowledge that our future was going to begin so much sooner than I’d thought.
But then I opened my eyes—sooner than I thought….
“Oh, no,” I said, a little too loudly for how close we were. “I have a million things to do!”
He chuckled against my lips and tasted me for a few more seconds before we forced ourselves apart.
“And I’ll help in any way I can,” he said. “This is our wedding, and I want to be a part of planning it.”
My eyes watered at his sweet words.
“We’d better start with a list,” I said.
