Later that evening, Felicity was actually having fun. She’d made it through cocktails and dinner, although admittedly having Lucas at her side made it easy. His formula for conversation worked great. Or maybe it was that she’d already had a couple of glasses of wine and felt pretty relaxed. She’d watched Lucas handle small issues as they arose. He didn’t comment or complain, just did whatever his family asked of him.
Different girls, especially the bridal party, clamored for his attention too, wanting to dance with him, and he accommodated them all. His smile never faltered. She stood on the edge of the dance floor, feeling self-conscious in the tighter than normal dress in midnight blue that Lucas had not only picked out, but also insisted she get. Her small boobs were pushed up by a bui
