Lizzie . How slowly I chew my food is the same as everything around me. Elizalde is beside me, talking to my father. They get along very well. Not new to me. Snow? Of course, she's sitting across the table and dressed seductively. I know what she's trying to do. She's going to seduce my husband. She hasn't changed at all. Go on and seduce him if you can. Who cares! "Elizalde, my son, try this while it's still warm." Stepmom's sweet voice. She gives Elizalde his share of apple crumble with ice cream on top. "Thank you." He politely answered, looking into my bowl and me. I twisted my lips slightly when our eyes met, and he smirked. "I can't wait for the wedding. When is the wedding?" Snow raised an eyebrow as she asked. Her eyes were fixed on Elizalde. I bet she purposely asked this. I don't have a wedding ring. We don't have one. When we exchange our vows in front of Judge Suzanne, the only token that proves our marriage aside from the marriage certificate is the round pendant

Lizzie . "One, two, three, pose!" Tammy, the director, speaks. "One more, please, Elizalde. I want you to kiss your beautiful bride-to-be. On the lips. Ready, action with a pose!" I looked at Elizalde's eyes, feeling tense at this moment. Yet, every time his arms looped around me, touching my skin, it sent an electrifying sensation down to the depth of my core. I need to focus. We are in this together, acting like a perfect couple. His lips landed on mine, and I shut my eyes. It stays there for more than three seconds. My body stiffened, and I didn't know if I should release some air out or should I hold it back. Then, I felt his hand squeeze the side of me. I partly open my mouth, just enough to perfectly settle his lips on mine. I could taste him, almost tasted him. "Very good! So sweet!" The director cut, and I distanced myself a little bit. Elizalde's hands were still around my waist. And, like me, he was also smiling, and my smile was enough to release all my tension. My

Elizalde . Almost, that was almost. I could hardly take my eyes off her. She's the most beautiful woman in my life, aside from my mother. Her innocent smile speaks of her innocent face. Despite being a tigress at times, that doesn't turn me off. I still like her, even with her worst attitude. Damn, there must be something wrong with me. I'm so drawn to her. And now that she's legally mine, I still can't believe I have her. I have to get used to seeing her every morning. This is the beginning of our life together, and I can't wait for more adventures. "The look on your face, bro. You hit the jackpot, alright." Faustino shook his head and looked in the same direction where my eyes were. The wedding ended beautifully. It was intimate—only a few friends and, of course, our families. Elizabeth doesn't want it to be too public. There are only two professional photographers and videographer that covers the event. There was no media, reporters, and not even a single paparazzi around. It

Lizzie . "Have fun on your honeymoon, okay? Then, let the love begin." Emma's eye winked. I laughed. This girl is crazy! "Hang on. Why do you have this?" She looked at the things inside my small bag and found the pills. My eyes grew extensive. I can't remember that I put it inside my bag. "No way! You're not taking this, are you?" My smile faded when I saw what she was holding. I thought I had put it inside my luggage. But I probably need to remember. "Give me that." I strode towards her to get it out of her hand, but she was quick. She moves away, trying to hide it from me. "You are crazy, Lizzie! You don't want to get pregnant?" She hides it in her back, and I'm trying to get it from her again. It was a juggle, and she gave me a frosty look. Finally, I stopped, and she shook her head. "You're not taking this with you, girl," she continued. I took a deep breath and looked at her thoughtfully. "Look, Emma. I don't want to make this complicated for Elizalde and me. Give me th

Lizzie . "No, not yet," I answered and let go. I love to tease him. He started this, and it's not wrong to kiss him back. After all, Elizalde is mine. He's my husband. I pressed my lips together and looked back in his direction. His hands were now on his hips, and the strange look he gave me sent an electrifying need. My goodness, me! I messed up with the lion. He will eat me tonight, for sure. Oh well, I am ready. I need to buy some beautiful lingerie or think of what I will wear to bed tonight. I want to look good in front of him. "Come on over! What are you waiting for?" I laughed and walked away. I heard him chuckle, and he was now following me. I have the two couples' shirts in hand, and I will wear them. However, he also needs to wear the other one. I looked at myself in the mirror, made of traditional coconut wood designs. The design of the mirror was perfectly made. The saleslady who assisted me was very friendly and helpful. She even added a few hair clips to my hair,