02 I steadied myself and walked toward the fitting room . Then I saw her . " Saoirse , finally ! " Delphine turned with practiced grace . " Come see your gown . It's magnificent . " She played her role perfectly - the caring sister - in - law , the grieving widow . When Cillian's brother Aiden was alive , our families met weekly at the compound . I'd worked hard to befriend Delphine . In our world , keeping the women united mattered . Divided families fell to their enemies . I'd shared my jewelry vault access with her . Attended those tedious charity galas that gave us legitimacy . Always playing nice . If I hadn't overheard them , I never would have suspected she'd become my enemy . My eyes dropped to her stomach . Bitterness flooded my mouth . No matter what happened , she had the O'Sullivan family's protection . But my baby and I ? We were expendable . I stared at the exquisite gown . " It's beautiful . Would you like to try it ? " Shock rippled through the room . " Saoirse , what are you saying ? " Cillian emerged from the side room , his enforcer's instincts sharp . " That's your wedding gown . " I kept my expression neutral . " Why not ? I heard Delphine's marriage to your brother was ... rushed . No time for proper ceremonies . Let her have this moment . " Their wedding had been bare bones - a quick ceremony in the family chapel , blood oaths exchanged , business settled . As practical as a territory negotiation . Now Cillian had given her the O'Sullivan name legally . So I'd give her the wedding dress experience . Why not ?