The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 25

Aidan

''What if I told you that your bride-to-be has somehow ran away?'' Dimitri appears from the door, his hand gripping tightly onto his phone as he looks at me with slight worry—causing my eyes to wander across his face in search for lies.

Just as I'm about to speak up, he has already burst out into laughters before entering the room and closing the door behind him. ''You, nugget. You should've seen the look on your face. Can we do that again because I need to record it?'' He raises his jet black phone up with a wide grin plastered on his face, clearly enjoying my reaction.

''That was not funny,'' I reply as I turn to look at the mirror again, fixing my tie. ''In fact, you shouldn't joke around with things like that. What if my mother heard you?'' I question before I start to take a few steps away from the mirror, eyeing down my suit; wanting myself to look very attractive and mouth-watering on my wedding day.

He rolls his eyes, ''Diana and apparently, most of the XX chromosomes in your family are with Kenna.'' He continues to speak as his lips curve up into a smile, ''I also heard that she's very beautiful today. I'm not sure if you'll be able to stand up straight when you see her,''

''Who?'' I ask, continuing to eye myself in the mirror before turning to look at him.

''Kenna. Obviously,'' He replies.

''I thought she has always been beautiful? How can she be any different today?'' My questions seem to have cause him to laugh, again. His lips remain curved as he mutters quite something under his breath in French—something I would be able to understand if he'd speak a little bit more louder than just mumbling.

''You . . . my man, has a lot to learn.'' He takes a seat, ''I'll tell you 'I told you so' when you see her walk down the aisle. The moment your breath hitches, your hands shake and your lips remain speechless at the sight of her beauty . . . that's when you'll lose grip of gravity. Trust me, I've been there.'' He says, confidently without a slight fear of being wrong.

''You know what, Dimitri? Sometimes I don't understand you,'' I reply before looking up at the door, seeing my father standing with a smile on his face.

Marc, my father, looks down at me with proud and happiness glistering in his eyes. He takes a few steps towards me, ''You clean up well, son. Your mother and I will always be happy for you and proud of every decision you make,'' He says, leaving me nodding my head with a smile.

All of a sudden, Alain appears near the door with Ava holding onto his hand. As soon as she sees me, her eyes widen before running towards me—causing me to pick her up from her feet. Her lips curve up into a smile as she bursts into laughters, ''Uncle Gabby, you look pretty.'' She says, both of her arms wrapping around my neck.