Janelle Denison - Sinfully Sweet

2006

REBECCA MOORE FOLLOWED her younger sister, Celeste, through the spacious lobby of The Delaford Resort and Spa, feeling much like a plain sparrow in an elegant, gilded cage-out of her element and surrounded by an opulence that was completely foreign to her. Certain shed never set foot in such an exclusive hotel again in her lifetime, she took it all in, from the lush, green plants and tastefully neutral decor, to the large, elaborate fountain dominating the middle of the lobby.

While Celeste was marrying into money and had become accustomed to spending it, Rebecca had learned at a very young age to be frugal and economical when it came to parting with cash. Years of scrimping and saving, and being practical with her purchases, had become a way of life for her. Now, even at the age of thirty-two, she just couldnt imagine splurging hundreds of dollars at a luxury resort when a room at the Holiday Inn would do just as well.

But the next three days werent about what she would have preferred. This weekend was all about her sister, Celeste, and her much anticipated marriage to Greg Markham the Third. And both the wedding and reception would be taking place at The Delaford, thanks to the Markhams unending generosity and bottomless financial resources.

Since Greg was their only child, theyd insisted on a large, luxurious wedding, not to mention paying for everything, including what the brides family should have been responsible for. With both of their parents gone, and no close relatives to speak of, the brides family-specifically, Rebecca-just didnt have the kind of money to pay for such a grand and lavish ceremony and reception, and she was grateful that Celeste was getting the kind of no-expense-spared fairy-tale wedding every girl dreamed about.

Would you stop thinking about the cost of everything and just enjoy yourself this weekend? Celeste said as she pushed the button for the elevator.

Her sisters tone was laced with amusement, but the knowing look in Celestes gaze dared Rebecca to refute her claim. Of course, Rebecca couldnt argue where her thoughts had strayed. The habit of being penny-wise was just too damned ingrained for her to deny.

Dont worry, I have every intention of having a great time while were here, Rebecca assured her sister with an indulgent grin. I have a bunch of wedding-related festivities to go to, not to mention a swanky ceremony to attend.

Celeste laughed, her pretty cornflower-blue eyes sparkling happily. Yes, you do. And if you play your cards right, you might even get lucky this weekend.

Rebecca didnt care for the sly note she detected in her sisters voice, but before she could ask what Celeste meant the elevator doors slid open and they stepped inside. The interior was just as elegant as the rest of the hotel, with flooring gleaming in marble and the walls mirrored and edged in gold trim.

Catching sight of their reflection together, Rebecca was once again reminded of all the extreme differences between herself and her sister that went beyond the six years that separated them. While they both possessed blonde hair and blue eyes, Celestes hair was long and flowing with no definitive style, and Rebeccas cut was sleek, smooth, and a manageable chin-length. Her sister wore cute, trendy outfits that matched her bubbly attitude, and Rebecca preferred a more tailored, practical look that was a direct reflection of her own sensible personality.

Then again, with Rebecca taking on a parental role to Celeste at the young age of sixteen while their father was working, shed done her best to make sure that her ten-year-old sister was spared the kind of adult pressures, responsibilities and worries that Rebecca had taken on after their mother had passed away. In a lot of ways, Rebecca had treated Celeste more as a daughter than a sister, in an attempt to make sure that her younger sibling enjoyed a carefree childhood as much as their unconventional lifestyle had allowed. Judging by the radiant, vivacious woman Celeste had become, Rebecca knew shed done her job well.

As the elevator started its upward climb, Rebecca turned to Celeste, unwilling to let her sisters earlier comment slide without finding out what was behind the cryptic remark. So, what do you mean by get lucky?

An oh-so-innocent smile curved the corners of Celestes pink, glossy lips. Well, its Valentines weekend, and a certain someone is going to be here, she replied meaningfully. And since youre my maid of honor and hes Gregs best man, youll be spending an awful lot of time together. Its a perfect scenario for Cupid to strike two people who need love and passion in their lives. Celeste sighed dreamily, obviously thinking of her own passionate love-life with her soon-to-be husband.

Rebecca knew exactly who her sister was referring to and she highly doubted that Connor Bassett, one of San Franciscos most eligible and wealthy bachelors, had any problems finding love or passion. Most likely, with his sexy bad-boy looks and the allure of his fat bank account, both were thrown at his feet on a regular basis by very willing women.

Rebecca shook her head at her sisters whimsical hopes. Youre way too much of a romantic, Celeste. And Rebecca was much too practical to believe in a mythical character such as Cupid.

One of us has to be, Celeste said with a wave of her hand. The huge, three-karat diamond on her left hand ring finger caught the light in the elevator, nearly blinding Rebecca with its brilliant sparkle. Youve spent all these years raising me and giving up your own personal life in the process. I managed to find my Prince Charming. Is it so bad of me to want you to find yours?

Her sister had a heart of gold, but if Celeste believed that Connor Bassett was Rebeccas white knight, her sister was sorely mistaken. The man might have the ability to send her hormones into a frenzy whenever he was near, but he just wasnt her image of an ideal mate. The man was six years younger than she was and spent his days playing video games. Sure, hed made millions as a gaming expert, but he squandered his money on the most frivolous, self-indulgent things. His devil-may-care way of life went against her much more modest, pragmatic outlook. Other than her intense physical attraction to Connor, the two of them just didnt mesh. The last thing she wanted was for Celeste to hold out any hope that the two of them would hook up in any way.

Im sorry to disappoint you, Cece, Rebecca said, using the nickname shed given her sister as a baby. But my Prince Charming is definitely not Connor.

The elevator came to a smooth stop. When the doors glided open quietly, they stepped out together, making a left toward the north wing of the hotel where Celestes room was located. You have to admit that hes a dream to look at, Celeste said of her own fiancs best friend, apparently not done trying to sway Rebecca. And he certainly couldnt be more obvious about his interest in you.