"Andy?" I whisper, a whisper that can only be heard by me, and maybe the components of the air surrounding me are not more than a centimetre away. Andy? My Greek beauty god, my prince charming, my knight in shining armour, the apple of my eye, my rib, and my sweet beloved Andy are right in front of me. I won't say he is standing before me because he is not standing. He is down on one knee, a shining precious jewel dazzling in one hand, his gorgeous dark brown eyes on me, and a half-smile on his lips. I am in dreamland, right? I believe I am, and that is why I have to take slow, weak steps, driven by confusion towards this man in front of me, to confirm whether this is a fairytale. Or a sweet dream. If it is, then I want to live in this moment forever. But if this is real, I will treasure this moment my entire life. I take slow, calculated steps forward, my eyes full of questions and uncertainty, not leaving his. I want him to give me a sign that I am not dreaming, but he seems lost
"Say yes, mommy. Please?" I glance at the happy, chubby kid shouting her plea from the crowd behind me. As if she understands what saying yes to this means. Kids nowadays, though! But for her too, I want this. I want to be the mother she never had. I want to give her a complete family, which she both deserves and longs for. I love her like my own, and I vouch she will never know the discrepancy between her and my own children because I consider her my first child. I want to make both of them so happy and choke them with my unconditional love and care. I turn to my amore. "Even if you ask me this a million times, my answer is and will always be the same. YES! I want to be your wife, Adrian Ashton. I will marry you." I mumble, and as he slides the gold ring on my middle finger, his face shinning with a beautiful smile, the room is filled with shouts of cheers, laughter, and claps that are too loud, summoning in some young people in red with trays in their hands. I turn to Andy, wrappi
"Thank you," I whisper. "For what?" He inquires, browsing my face. I'm impressed with his moves, by the way. I didn't know he could keep up with the rhythm so well. He hasn't stepped on my toes even just once, and in fact, I am afraid I will be the one to do that in a while because there is a fire beginning to burn in my body. "For all these,. For everything." I say, staring back, getting lost in his dark, cute eyes. "You deserve much, much more." "I think this is already too much, Andy. I..." "Sshh!" He says, placing his index finger on my lips, arousing my nerves, and I close my eyes. "Nothing is too much for you, baby." He leans in, resting his forehead on mine. The heat between us is becoming so strong that I am finding it hard to breathe. "I would gift you heaven if I could. That's how much you mean to me. I love you with all my body, mind, and soul. I love you so much." I had to open my eyes and read from his sweet lips every single word that left his mouth. His hand drops
"Nah! I don't like this one either." I say, and if I can vividly recall, this is the fifteenth gown I am rejecting. I feel nothing bad about it, though. I am just after what my heart wants. I want something unique. Something that will make me look spectacular on my big day. "You don't?" I shake my head at Rita's question. "Come on, Tania! This is the third gown shop we are in, and you haven't liked any of the gowns you have fitted. Are you looking for a heaven-made gown or what? Let me ask, What's the picture of a mermaid gown that you are looking for?" Her reaction shows she is getting pissed off. I understand her, but what can I do? I just don't like all of these. This is the wedding we are talking about here—a special day that comes once in a lifetime. I want to look my best. I want to look spectacular to Andy. I want him to see the best version of me that he has never seen before. I want him to look at me that day as I walk down the aisle and fall in love with me a million times
Hu! Deep sigh! Done and done! I go through the page on my laptop once again to substantiate that I have double-checked everything. Phew! Everything is now settled. I breathed out a heavy sigh of relief once more, feeling so reinvigorated after a week of running up and down to make sure that everything was going as planned. Kudos to the wedding planners! They met the deadline quite on time; otherwise, I would be here yelling all sorts of curses at them right now. Lol! The day after tomorrow, I will be walking down the aisle. I will be marrying the love of my life. I have anticipated this for so long since Andy brought about the idea of the wedding, and up until now, it still feels like a dream. I can only fathom how blissful and colourful the day will be, and I pray for everything to turn out just fine. That fear, though! Rita calls it wedding fever. How long does it last again? I should have asked Madam to know it all! Eyes roll! I grab my phone and saunter out of Andy's study/off
It is freaking tomorrow! Tomorrow is the day. I can't believe I will be a married woman tomorrow. I look up to Andy. He has been feeding his warmth and pheromones on this couch for hours. I know he is eagerly awaiting the day, like I am. "It's so tempting to have you to myself like this, yet I can't make love to you." He beat me into talking first, tucking my hair behind my ears. "I'm trying so hard to..." he says, winking at me with his puppy eyes. "It's just a few hours away, hun." I lean into his face, aligning my lips with his. I bite my lower lip, put on my most seductive outfit, and look into his eyes. "Tomorrow, at a time like this, we will be in each other's arms as husband and wife. I will be all yours, and you will be all mine." I can feel his breathing becoming heavy. My! My beast must be so hungry. Too bad, the only thing I can satisfy him with right now is a savage kiss. I drop my eyes slowly to his lips, my fingers tracing his jawlines. I close the small gap between o
"WAS! She was my wife. Not anymore. That ended three years ago." Andy corrects her, wrapping his arm around my frozen self. She was? Was? What fucking discrepancy does it make, huh? His words would have soothed me if it were someone else rather than the latter. This is Maria, for freaking sake, my very own cousin! What kind of disastrous joke is this? "Wait, wait." I mumble, glancing at Andy, and he looks at me. "Babe, tell me it's not true. She... Maria... She can't be your wife." My heart is so heavy, and my legs are becoming too weak to support my body. "Hun." He holds my shoulders in his hands, keeping his eyes on mine. "Love, listen. She was my wife. Past tense. That's it." He cups my face, wiping away the tears falling from my eyes. If only things were just that simple, Andy! Why is he even taking this so lightly, huh?"Whether you like it or not, Adrian, you and I can never be over. We have a child together, and Angel binds us forever." "A child?" I feel Andy's hands on my
We sit down on the couch, trying to process portions of this impasse. Well, it's just me and Andy who have to absorb everything, because this bitch cannot convince me one bit that she doesn't know all this. She is affirming that she and Damian aren't together, but she can't deceive me. On top of that, she is asking to stay and be with her child. Ridiculous, right? If she has no ill motive at all, why ask to stay here? Why return only on the night of our wedding? She doesn't seem surprised by finding me in Andy's house at all, and the way she is swaying her hips and walking to the kitchen is a mocking gesture on my part. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare again? It's eight o'clock at night, and I am supposed to be happily resting, waiting for my big day tomorrow, but here I am, nursing a headache and unsure about tomorrow. What kind of game is this? "Babe, relax. I will fix this, okay?" Andy consoles, but unfortunately, tonight his words don't hold that convincing and relaxing