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After the proposal, I had about two hours before the wedding. Everything was happening too fast and I had to get ready,but I was nervous as hell. First, it was the measurement for the dress. I don’t know who sew that fast, but not my business. I just wanted to get through all this in one piece.
A lady came and took my shoe size. Everyone was in a hurry and I felt hands everywhere on my body. After that, I had to take a shower and do my makeup. I was glad when I came out of the shower to find my family sitting on the bed, with Jen of course. I was overwhelmed with so many emotions, as I ran to my mother who got up as soon as she saw me.
“Mom, I'm scared. What if I made a mistake by saying yes to him? I don’t even know the prince" I sobbed more into her warm chest, inhaling the lavender perfume that she probably bought in the eighties.
“Baby, it’s normal for you to have cold feet. We all do before our wedding, but trust that fate bought you together for a reason" I nodded, but I still had a bad feeling about this. I let it go since my mother was never wrong, maybe there was a reason he chose me.
“Don’t worry my child, the prince is a good man and I'm sure he's going to take good care of you, and always know that me and Michael are always there for you"
“And me” Jen added, making me smile "if he tries anything, just tell me. You know I will stab him for you" I giggled because I knew Jen meant every word. The nervousness was gone and I was happy that my family was here. I went to the chair where the makeup artist was and let her do her magic.
I sat there listening to Jen and Mike bicker about this and that making all of us smile. The artist was soon done and my dress and shoes were already there, so I went to the bathroom to change. I was happy my family were the first people to see my wedding dress.
I opened the simple and yet elegant white dress, only to also find red lingerie hidden in there, making me blush red. I put that under the dress that was perfectly made for me.
I came out of the bathroom and all eyes were on me. I saw my mom with glassy eyes, coming to me at the door.
“You look beautiful” she whispered, and I also became teary.
“Guys, don’t you dare cry because I'm going to cry and the makeup artist is going to kill us all" they all laughed as the mood went back to normal.
“I guess you're the real princess now," Mike said, pouting.
“And you better respect that," I said laughing while my mother put my heels on, then a silver chain my father gave her on her wedding day. It made me tear up, but she shook her head no. Without waiting for my say something, they all stood back and looked at me.
“You look beautiful," Jen said, and they all nodded in agreement. I blushed before changing the subject since I hated the spotlight and all of them watching me made me uncomfortable.
“Mike, can you please walk me down the aisle since our father is not here anymore?"
“Anything for the future queen," he said giggling. Yes he giggled, and bowed dramatically.
The wedding went on fast, we said our vows and then came the wedding party. Everyone congratulated us, then it was time to say my goodbyes to my family. It was an emotional moment, but prince Samuel, I meant my husband never left my side at all. I was grateful for it because I was uncomfortable the whole time people were looking at us, then it was time for us to depart and go back to the palace.
The palace limousine was already waiting for us outside with the security team. We arrived at the big castle, he opened the door for me and he carried me straight to the bedroom. I didn't even have time to see the palace as he almost ran making me giggle. He opened the door with one hand and went straight to the bed putting me there, and I couldn’t stop giggling.
“Do you mind if I help you with your dress?" he smiled, looking at me. I didn’t know what to say, but I nodded. Why not? He was my husband after all.
“I guess it's okay," I said biting my bottom lip, and a groan left his lips for some reason. I stood up from the bed and turned around so he could help me with the zipper. He went behind me, towering my small body, he was standing tall at 6'4 while I was only 5'5.
He massaged my tensed shoulders, causing a moan to leave my lips. I felt his lips on my neck and I turned my head to the side, giving him more access. He unzipped the dress, making it fall seamlessly to the floor and revealing the lace corset with a red lace thong adorning my pale skin. He turned me around and looked at me lustfully.
“You taste good, baby" he said. I blushed at his words, but that was another mistake I made. I gave myself to him without getting to know him, without knowing anything about him. I was naïve and stupid, but there was no turning back, I was already his.
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