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his signature fragrance is literally making my
mouth water, and I have to swallow quickly before I drool everywhere.
    Peeking
up at him from under my lashes, his eyes are taking in every corner of my face
and body with deep scrutiny. I could get lost in those deep blue orbs, and I secretly
confess to myself, I still want to.
    But
then another pair of blue eyes shatters my fantasy, those eyes of my fiancée. I
snap the fuck out of my daydream and return to the present. Jasper senses my
mood shift and takes a step back, but his eyes never leave my face.
    “ Pourquoi tout le monde est triste? This is a time to celebrate,” Dominique says to everyone.
    We
must look like we are about to get fitted for a funeral.
    “Okay
Monsieur, you go over there and try on this suit. You are the best man and you
must look tres bon. But not as good as the groom.” She is joking, attempting to
break the ice.
    But
I doubt a sledgehammer could break through this icy reunion.
    When
Jasper hesitates, his eyes still locked with mine, Dominique seizes the suit
Lucas is holding and thrusts it into Jasper’s face.
    “Go,
now. No time to waste. Dépèchez-vous!”
    I don’t speak much French, but I think that means hurry up and move
your ass, before I move it for you. Jasper breaks our staring match as he
snatches the suit from her hands, and storms off into the change room, cursing
under his breath.
    I meanwhile turn to V, who looks all shades of guilty. I pull her
arm and retreat to the corner, away from Lucas and Jasper.
    “What the fuck V? You told me Abel was best man. Last time I
checked, Abel didn’t look like Jasper’s doppelganger! Why didn’t you tell me
Jasper was best man? And you obviously didn’t tell Jasper I was Maid of Honor,
judging by his reaction of seeing me standing with my breasts on display for
all to see,” I whisper furiously.
    V looks down at my cleavage. “Oh, that is a little big hey. Easy
fixed. Madame D is a whiz. She’ll have it fitted in no time.”
    That’s it? That’s what she decides to comment on, after my whole
‘what the fuck’ speech?
    I am about to let a string of profanities fly, but she silences me.
“Listen to me Ava. I knew you wouldn’t come if I told you Jasper was going to
be your partner. And we didn’t tell Jasper because we knew he would be the
same. So Lucas and I decided not to tell either of you because this is not
about you two, it’s about us. Me and Lucas. And being our best friends you need
to suck it, get over your differences and play nice. All I am asking for is one
day. You know I would do it for you.”
    Her words kick in the gut because she is right. If I was to tell her
right now that I am engaged to Harper, a man she despises, she would get over
her differences and do it for me. As her friend, I have no choice but to do the
same.
    But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
    Throwing my hands up in defeat, I sigh, “Fine. It’s only for one
day.”
    She looks at me mischievously, and before I can question what she’s
up to, I hear Dominique whistle. “Tres bon.”
    I turn around apprehensively, as I know who she is singing her
praises to.
    An annoyed Jasper strolls out wearing his tuxedo, and my mouth drops
open in shock at his godliness. He stands in front of an impressed Dominique,
and I notice her eyes widen in approval. But what rational female isn’t
impressed by Jasper’s good looks? He could be wearing a full ninja get up, and
still look like an Adonis.
    The tuxedo is simple black, with black silk pinstripes that catch in
the light as he yanks at the stiff bowtie, which sits loosely around his neck.
The white crisp shirt finishes off his simple, yet classic look, and with that
hair which is sticking up rebelliously, the whole ensemble screams, ‘sexy,
dangerously hot!’
    V
jumps up and down excitedly, clapping her hands.
    “You
look perfect Jasper. Don’t you think Lucas?”
    Lucas
smiles at V. He really loves her. Her excitement, her enthusiasm, and all