The Billionaire's Hired Girlfriend (Kiwi Bride 1)
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CHAPTER 21
Alexandra stared at herself in the mirror, wondering if perhaps she was a bit too pale in that lotus-pink mini wrap dress. No, she looked all right. She was just a bit tired; that was all.
She groaned. She didn’t feel up for the bachelorette party, but she had already agreed with Kelly that she’d come along. It was supposed to be fun, after all, with only the girls out and about having a good time. She hoped they wouldn’t be doing anything too embarrassing or naughty like back in Dunedin, such as making the bride kiss random guys and ask for guys’ underwear in the bar.
“You look fine,” she murmured to herself, once again wondering where Jayden was. She hadn’t seen him all day, and already she missed him dearly, which was a bad sign. She knew she was getting too attached to him. Now, every minute she was thinking about him, which was crazy.
She quickly put on her black pumps, grabbed her handbag, and left the room.
Down by the door, she saw Gracie looking rather anxious. Perhaps she was nervous and emotional about the wedding. It was a big thing for a mother, after all, to let her only daughter go.
“You look beautiful,” Gracie commented.
“Thank you,” Alex replied. “I love Laura’s makeup. She makes my eyes look bigger.”
“Yes, she is good. Are you sure you’re feeling well enough to go?”
“Yes. I’ve agreed with Kelly, so I’m not letting her down.”
“Don’t you tire yourself you out,” Gracie said. “You have to look after yourself.”
“Of course I won’t tire myself.” Alex chuckled.
Kelly came down the stairs then and said, “Don’t worry, Mom. Alex is a big girl.”
“Yes, of course.” Gracie agreed. “Now, you go and have fun.”
Kelly kissed Gracie on the cheek. “We will,” she said and led Alex to the BMW.
“Good night,” Alex said to Gracie.
“Good night,” Gracie replied, nodding. She watched until the convertible was out of sight before she shut the door. In the corridor, she stopped and gazed at the phone. She sighed, picked the receiver up, and started dialing.
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