From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 104

**Chapter 68: I Know What You Did**

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, a small act of defiance against the storm of emotions swirling within me. I was determined not to reveal the tremors still coursing through my knees, a telltale sign of the chaos he’d just ignited in me. “We already did,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, a sound that was both teasing and strangely comforting. He extended his arm toward me, embodying the image of a refined gentleman, despite the fact that he had just left me breathless and reeling.

As we stepped out of the room, the hallway erupted with a flurry of activity. Bridesmaids darted past us, their hair a whirlwind of curls and their lips a vibrant blur as they applied last-minute touches. Somewhere in the distance, a voice shouted frantically about a missing bouquet, while another cried out in panic about how late they were running. The driver, a man on the edge of sanity, tugged at his hair in frustration, his eyes wide with exasperation.

The air was thick with the scent of hairspray and floral perfume, but underneath it all lingered the subtle, intoxicating aroma of champagne.

In a gilded wall mirror, I caught a fleeting glimpse of our reflection. My hair remained perfectly styled, and my makeup was intact, a testament to Roman’s careful handling of me moments before. No one would ever suspect what had unfolded behind that locked door. The only clues were the wild flush that still colored my cheeks and the dazed look that lingered in my eyes. Roman, however, maintained his composure, his suit pristine and unwrinkled.

“You look guilty,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing as we descended the grand staircase.

“I am guilty,” I admitted, my tone sharper than I had intended. “I shouldn’t have let you—”

“Let me?” His laughter was quiet, almost conspiratorial. “Sav, you practically begged for it.”

Heat surged to my face, a tumult of anger and embarrassment battling within me. I clenched my fists, ready to retort, but before I could gather my thoughts, he held the car door open for me with a flourish.

“Get in,” he commanded, a playful glint in his eyes.

I rolled my eyes again, a blend of irritation and reluctant amusement, before sliding into the plush interior of his car. He carefully pulled my dress away from the door before shutting it with a soft click, then made his way around to the driver’s side.

The drive to the extravagant ballroom where Chloe had insisted on hosting her wedding was largely silent, save for the rhythmic sound of Roman’s fingers drumming against the steering wheel and the occasional tune he whistled, seemingly unfazed by the whirlwind of emotions swirling around us.

Why does he seem so carefree? I thought, still grappling with disbelief at the fact that Dean was resolutely moving forward with this deceptive wedding. After everything that had happened, it felt utterly surreal. Hadn’t they been arguing just the night before? It was all so strange.

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