My Fiancé and His Best Friend Got Drunk-Married Chapter 06

My Fiancé and His Best Friend Got Drunk-Married Chapter 06

At that moment, his phone buzzed again. A groomsman had sent a photo.

Harrison’s breath caught.

A slender figure in a stunning wedding gown was slightly turned, speaking on the phone.

The dress was simpler in style, yet elegant.

The familiar line of her neck and shoulders… she was radiant today.

A wave of warmth and relief flooded Harrison’s chest.

All the anxiety, doubt, and anger of the past days seemed to melt away in that single image.

He was finally going to marry her.

The thought filled him with an unfamiliar sense of peace.

There had been obstacles, yes, but now everything was about to fall into place.

He would have a home. He would have Emily. Perhaps soon, a child.

He zoomed in, wanting to take in every detail.

Chloe had silently crept up beside him, peeking at the photo with a playful pout.

“Harrison, don’t you think I look better in this one?” she teased.

Harrison’s attention shifted briefly from the photo to her.

The sudden calm left him surprisingly tolerant of her ill-timed comparison.

“Seems she doesn’t like the dress I picked. Whatever.”

He put away his phone and prepared to fetch Emily himself.

“You like this one? It’s yours. She won’t need it, so you can save it for your own wedding someday.”

As he turned to leave, Chloe grabbed his arm. “Harrison!”

Harrison paused, frowning, and looked back.

Her usual mischievous smile was gone.

Her voice caught as she asked the question he’d never expected, “When you saw me in the wedding gown… how did you feel?”

Harrison looked into her reddened eyes, looked at the expensive dress she wore.

The softness that had appeared when seeing Emily’s photo vanished instantly.

How did he feel?

He had never thought about that question.

Chloe looked undeniably beautiful in that gown. Even mesmerizing.

But he knew her too well, they were close, familiar… he almost forgot she was a woman.

His feelings toward Chloe were more like a man’s possessive pride in a cherished confidante.

He enjoyed her attention, the feeling of being needed, admired.

But what he enjoyed most was holding the delicate balance between the two women firmly in his hands.

Emily, however, was his home. His future.

Chloe was a thrill. An intrigue.

He had never considered choosing between them.

His subconscious believed his status and influence allowed him to have both.

Chloe’s tears and question tore that delicate illusion.

For a split second, he faltered.

But his stronger sense of reason, and the imminent wedding, quickly suppressed it.

Now isn’t the time to deal with this.

His throat bobbed as he looked away from her heated gaze, “Chloe, don’t make a scene. Not the time for this. Take the gown off first.”

He sprinted toward Emily.

Outside the ballroom terrace, I took a call, preparing to enter.

Turning, I saw Harrison rushing toward me.

“Emily,” he panted, “you’re here.”

The groomsmen and Chloe followed close behind, blocking the terrace doorway.

“Emily, you really outdid yourself!” a usually teasing groomsman shouted, grinning.

“You wandered off to the next hall? Made Harrison search everywhere!”

“Exactly!”