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possible issue, and ready to let Will strap her to the beanbag and fuck her into breathless submission.
    She glanced down at her left hand, where a pear-cut diamond sparkled on a platinum band.
    “I knew you’d pick a weird ring,” Piper commented, pulling back the hem of her dress to admire her ivory shoes.
    “Oh, shut up. It’s a solitaire, same as yours.”
    “It is not. Mine’s a diamond cut. Only you would go for pear.”
    Jade flipped Piper off with her other hand, joining in as Piper laughed. The mood in the room was beginning to grow tense as the time of the triple wedding drew nearer—Jade thought they needed all the laughter they could get.
    “It’s so romantic, you guys.” Leonie sat down on an upholstered chair, smiling beatifically at her. “Getting married in a month…”
    Piper snorted. “I’d hardly call that collar romantic.”
    “It’s a Prada collar,” Shaundra commented. “That makes all the difference.”
    The collar was something Jade had worried about, but her friends had been surprisingly accepting. More surprising had been Will’s insistence that she not wear it for the wedding.
    “I thought you’d want that. I’m not ashamed—”
    “I know, and neither am I. But you’re not just my sub. You’re my fiancée, and what we do behind closed doors is our own business. Besides, I’m not going to hold you up as an example. The press are going to have a field day as it is.”
    That much was true. Will’s PR team had been working for days to ensure that nobody gatecrashed the triple wedding in an attempt to get a photo of Jade. How they would handle the actual day was giving Jade nightmares. The comparison between Will Vandenmeer, billionaire, and Jade Bleecker, tattooed freak, would be enough for pages of comment.
    But she was happy, and Will was happy, and that made up for a multitude of annoyances.
    Especially when she was about to play bridesmaid for three different, panic-stricken brides. Looking around her, Jade could see the tension gradually building in each of their faces, the knowledge that in an hour’s time they would all be walking down the aisle.
    It was a good job that she was so relaxed, because she could sense meltdowns on the horizon.
     
    * * * *
     
    The ceremony was beautiful.
    Despite Leonie’s pleas, there was no Elvis impersonator. Nevertheless, as she floated down the aisle in a cloud of white daubed with colour—bright blue eye makeup, glittering red heels and a huge bouquet of pink roses—Leonie looked happier than Jade had ever seen her. And Jade had seen her very happy.
    Shaundra came down the aisle like a runway model, towering heels and short skirt with a cascading train, but the look she gave Andrewas she reached the altar was pure adoration, and Jade smiled to see them.
    Piper insisted on walking alongside Jade, a vision of ivory and pearl next to Jade’s teal green. She was the picture of cool control, but as she held Jade’s arm a tremor communicated between them—Jade squeezed her hand in sympathy.
    Even with all three together, the nerves were there, but there was no need.
    “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the officiant announced warmly, and Jade inwardly cheered as all three couples kissed. After a few moments she diplomatically turned her head away, looking back at the sole guest at the back of the room.
    Will.
    He smiled, looked her up and down, then gave an approving nod and a wink. Jade bit back a laugh. Glad he likes this outfit, anyway.
    The one thing she had held firm on was that Will should not see her dress before the day. Will had graciously bowed to this request, possibly because Jade had worded it politely and addressed him as ‘sir’, but more likely because she had been on her knees at the time.
    The dress was one-shouldered, close-fitting ivory silk, worn with a diamond-threaded mantilla veil and gold heels. If Will liked her bridesmaid’s dress, he was bound to love her wedding gown—but that could wait