Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 74

Ethan

"For the thousandth time... no, you can't see the bride. It's bad luck!" Lily says through the phone.

"Are you sure she's still there? Is she okay?"

"She's calm, even laughing. I think she's not even aware of or concerned about how her makeup looks. And no… I can't send you photos, before you ask," she ends the call.

I'm more nervous than at any time in my life. It seems that I'm the only one stressed because Tommy, his boyfriend, my brother-in-law, and my dad are happily drinking champagne and talking in my room.

Thank God we didn't opt for a big party like Lily and my parents wanted. We decided on something small, where our friends could help us and where we felt comfortable, at my parents' house.

If it were something big and ostentatious, it would, without a doubt, be much worse.

We didn't care about any detail. My Prissy just talked about some design recommendations, and that's it. We were just interested in each other. Just remembering how we got lost, going to a quiet place when Lily and my mom asked us about the wedding and forced us to make decisions about food, dates, and music.

Ohhh, but those getaways we used to do… that's material for any of my dreams. I think I kissed and caressed her in every dark (and light) room we could find.

If it were up to me, I would run away with her, hide in a hotel close to the beach, and never leave the room. Therefore, I promised my future wife that this would be our honeymoon: a beach in Hawaii where we would be alone, without anyone asking our opinion on centerpieces or flowers... just her and me.

I haven't told her yet, and I want to, when I take her to a corner of the house and kiss her madly... but the beach house, the one we loved since we were kids, and where I took her on her birthday... is for sale.

I think we can make an offer and move in there together, in our own house. I'm pretty sure she's going to love the idea. She could work from there; she has more and more clients, and her business is successful. I can also work remotely, and we could start our own company.

I imagine that house for our family, Prissy pregnant and looking exquisite, taking our children to the beach, celebrating birthdays, Christmas, and holidays with our parents, very close. Until we grow old together, side by side. I don't think I can imagine a happier ending to my love story with her.

"Everything is going to be fine," Tommy tells me, approaching me. "Lily says that Prissy looks beautiful, and she just wants you by her side! I think she doesn't care about the wedding; she just wants to be your wife!” he says comfortingly.

"And I just want to marry her," and it is an affirmation that encourages and strengthens me.

I just want to be her husband, love her, and pamper her so we can be together forever. That we share our lives together, have children and a family, only if she wants, only with her.

“Then… there is nothing to worry about. That's the only thing that matters,” he tells me, smiling with those eyes that seem to always be happy.

Tommy and I have changed; we are closer, and I am so grateful that he is my cousin. He helped me through the hardest times when Prissy walked away from me.

"You're right," I say, smiling.

“It's time!” My mom tells me suddenly, and we go to the garden, my hands sweating and my heart in my throat.

When I see the garden, I stop to observe and appreciate the whole place. It's incredibly beautiful; I'm really dazzled. As soon as I see Lily arrive, I greet her excitedly with a big hug.

"This is a dream, Lily... really, everyone did a fantastic job," I tell her, delighted. She fans her face exaggeratedly to try not to damage her makeup with tears.

“Just seeing your happy face… it's all worth it. Do you understand that I am very proud of you… and that I adore you with all my heart?” she says excitedly, and I kiss her cheek.

"I love you, and I couldn't have had a better sister in my life," she blushes, and then, with William, she goes to sit and take her place in the ceremony.

When the ceremony begins, my mom takes me by the arm and says, "Shall we go?" while accompanying me to my place.

As we walk, she tells me how proud she is of me and that everybody is happy that Prissy will officially be part of the family. This day is so full of emotions that I am afraid I might cry like a baby at any moment.

Within minutes, I'm standing there in front of my friends and family. Time passes, and the music begins. Suddenly, I shiver. After so many years of waiting for her, this divine woman will finally be my wife. I've imagined for so long that she would marry me.

Hell… I think I've dreamed about it since I was a teenager. It is, without a doubt, the best choice of my life. Although the choice was made by her, by accepting me as her husband. It is the best title I have and will have in my entire existence because she, only she, is going to give it to me.

When I finally look at her… she looks so beautiful that I am perplexed. She's walking, holding Tommy's arm, looking embarrassed because so many people are staring at her. But… how could they not turn to look at her?

What's more, I don't understand how I'm not kneeling and how the rest of the guests are not bowing before this wonderful woman. She always looks beautiful to me, when she gets up, tired or working. But… what a dream it is to see her coming to me, dressed in white, accepting to be my wife.

Nothing can compare to that. Her dress has a wonderful neckline, showing those curves that drive me insane. If only she knew what she provokes in me! If she understood everything she makes me feel, she would undoubtedly have more consideration for me.

She incites the most passionate desires in my body. A flowing skirt falls to the bottom, where she has high heels with bows. She is delicate, and incredibly sexy to me.

I can only imagine our wedding night, taking off that delicate dress, undressing her, caressing her, placing myself between each curve, kissing her skin, pressing myself against her, and making her scream.My God, I just imagine having her with me.

Her hair is pulled back, and I can see a few curls fall behind. The wind moves them, and they peek out with a soft movement. Her eyes look bigger than ever, and the red lipstick looks wonderful.

I'm sure someone must be filming my stupid face right now, and I have to remember to ask for that recording and see how it turned out. I think my mouth is open like a complete fool.

My Priscilla is beautiful. She has always been beautiful, even when she didn't like herself... she was a goddess to me. She had that sweet smile, that wonderful imagination, full of kind words… she was always perfect in my eyes.

I have no doubt that this is the best image I've ever seen, the one engraved in my mind forever. When I close my eyes, when I'm stressed or scared and looking to be happy, Priscilla in her wedding dress is my happy place.

Tommy brings her close to me, and she comes happily, is a simple act of dedication to this alliance we will form together. I welcome her, exultant and delighted.

“My God… Prissy…”

When I have her close, I keep observing her in detail, as all the features of her face appear in a perfect symphony, and she watches me with dedication. I notice that she is blushing with emotion, and I see the thousands of galaxies in her eyes, the curves of her face, her forehead, her wonderful mouth that whispers my name as if it were a magic word, and I smile like I'm in a dream.

And it must be because of that smile she gives me, her exquisitely red lips, or the perfume she always wears, that I totally go out of protocol and even forget what I had to do. My beautiful princess.

I simply lean in, and almost as if I'm breathing for the first time, I kiss her softly, taking my time, placing my hands on her cheeks and savoring her mouth as if it were the best elixir. I am hypnotized.

Her lips gently caress mine, and I no longer know what I am doing here or why all these people are gathered around us. I have no idea how long it takes until I hear someone clear their throat, and it's the judge.

"The groom is a little impatient," he says, obviously joking. We blush, and I take her hands.

“Sorry… she looks so beautiful, and I've imagined this so many times that… I just couldn't help it,” I say in a whisper, babbling, as if I'm basically drunk, intoxicated by my future wife, while I hear laughter from our guests.

Priscilla laughs, embarrassed, but she looks at me with complicity. It's our last kiss as a single man and woman... and I'm dying to kiss her for the first time as a married couple.

And I smile, imagining all the infinite kisses we are going to have in our entire life together.

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