Chapter Thirty-Four

GYPSY'S POV

After the call, Lena pushes her phone into her bag. "I got to go. Make sure she looks extremely beautiful" She says to the hairdresser and make up artist and practically runs out.

"Hey Lena, where are you going?" I shout but she's already gone.

I frown. What is this Personal Assistant turned wedding planner up to?

***

Four and a half hours later, I'm staring at a beauty goddess in the mirror. I mean I've dolled myself up on countless occasions whenever Falcon sent me on his missions, but today it's for something different.

I'm getting married.

I blink, my flattened hands running over the smooth silk material of my gown. It's a simple beautiful fishtail gown that clings tightly to my bust throughout to my waist, enhancing my curves and flowing a little freely around my feet in a flare.

The sleeves of the gown are made of lace with beautiful intricate embroidery. My short hair is styled elegantly to one side, the ends braided In loose french braids.

The front curled loosely,