Entangled With She Wolf

Chapter 8 - The Wedding

Polina spread her arms, blocking Dmitri, who wanted to go to the dress fitting room.

"Mom, just a minute, I beg you. I want to see if the wedding dress suits her." Dmitri pleaded.

"No, hold on a little longer. Tomorrow you are free to see it until you're satisfied."

"Hahaha, our friend is really impatient auntie." Edmond laughed at the fight of mother and son arguing with each other.

"Oh hi Edmond, Nikolaev. Thank you both for coming to fitting the clothes. Please come to the side room for the fitting, okay?"

"Okay aunty, we are happy. Finally Dimi will get married first. Don't worry, we will take care of Dimi so as not to peek at his future wife." Nikolaev teased Dmitri, whose face was bent at not being able to meet Natasha.

"Dimi, don't think so much. Mommy will take Natasha to stay at the hotel. So calm yourself down to rest so that tomorrow you won't be nervous when you say your wedding vows."

"Huft, okay Mom, I admit defeat. Come on dude, let's just put the clothes on." Dmitri pulled his two friends into the fitting room.

"Wow man, you're so handsome." Edmond praised when see Dmitri wear his wedding outfit.

"I've always been handsome." said Dmitri, turning around in front of the mirror.

"Um..." Nikolaev suppressed a smile.

"What's?" Dmitri glanced at Nikolaev, who seemed to be teasing him.

"Uh, nothing." Nikolaev tried to hide his thoughts earlier.

"You don't think weird things about me, do you?"

"I… just thought about how wild you are when you start to touch her." Nikolaev teased.

"f**k, how can you think like that?"

"Nikolaev, it's too much. How can you imagine your best friend having s*x with his wife for the first time?" Edmond cut off.

"Hahaha, I just wonder how deep desire that our good friends for his wife. Seeing the effort he got. Even had to set her up."

"Shut up!" Dmitri threw a coat hanger at Nikolaev.

"Watch your mouth, if Natasha finds out about this. I'll make any calculations with you. I don't care about our current status."

"Alright, I'm sorry, Dimi." Nikolaev taps Dmitri's shoulders.

"Listen men, we three are best friends. No matter what happens, I hope we still remain in our relationship as before." said Edmond, embracing his two best friends.

The next day, when Natasha opened her eyes, she only remembered her wedding to Dmitri, which would take place in a few hours. She really couldn't excuse it anymore. A mixed feeling of going back and forth fought in her mind.

"Excuse me, miss. It's time to head to the Fridman family mansion." Rena, Natasha's personal maid, came to help Natasha get ready.

"Okay. Rena, do your job."

Arriving at the Fridmans' mansion, Natasha was immediately taken to Dmitri's room to make up and change into wedding clothes. The makeup artists Polina brought in to dress Natasha worked quickly and professionally. With light makeup, Natasha's face is getting more and more charming. For the front hairdo, it is pulled up in a bunch and then pinned, special clips that are connected to the wedding veil that will cover Natasha's face. The back of the hair is left loose and curled at the ends. Natasha is not wearing earrings; her ears are left plain. Polina gave a luxurious diamond necklace to wear around Natasha's neck, which matched perfectly with the open-shoulder wedding dress.

A necklace studded with diamonds, a hereditary necklace, was handed down to the Fridman family's daughters-in-law. In the past, the chain was worn by Polina when she married Damien Fridman, Dmitri's biological father.

"Miss, your father has arrived." Rena broke Natasha's daydream. Natasha turned around and found her adoptive father standing with his arms outstretched. Natasha ran to hug her adoptive father's sturdy body.

"Dad, I miss you." Natasha hugged her father's body tightly, not caring about the makeup on her face that would fall apart from the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

"Shhh, don't cry; your face is ugly. Daddy doesn't like Daddy's daughter when she gets married; her face will look ugly." Ilya, Natash's adopted father, chuckled, teasing his adopted daughter, who was considered her biological daughter.

"Dad, I'm sorry."

"Daddy knows, anything as long as it can make you happy. Daddy respects your decision, dear; daddy believes there must be a reason why you want to marry suddenly. Daddy doesn't believe the cheap rumors circulating out there." Ilya, Natasha's adoptive father, smiled to strengthen Natasha's mind, which must have been very indecisive when the marriage moments were in sight. "Well, then smile."

"Thank you, Dad."

"Your siblings can't come here because they have exams. But your future husband has already arranged a wedding in Sochi after the party here is over. Auntie and the others are downstairs." Ilya explained one by one the whereabouts of her family members. Let's go downstairs now; the wedding is about to start."

The makeup artists re-tidied Natasha's makeup, which was a little messy due to the tears running down her cheeks.

Ilya took her daughter to the wedding venue, which was in the backyard of the Fridman family mansion. The vast courtyard had been transformed so beautifully in just one night. The garden-themed decor filled with various imported flowers looks majestic following the image of Dmitri Fridman, the sole heir of the Fridman corp business empire. In the middle of the venue, a mini stage was built will be used by the bride and groom to say the sacred vows of marriage.

All eyes were on the bride when the piano playing the wedding song began to sound. Dmitri was already standing on the stage with a priest. Dmitri looked very handsome, his dark blond hair slicked back. The expensive tuxedo suit attached to his athletic body made Dmitri's appearance even more perfect. The pair of green eyes looked at Natasha with admiration.

"Go, find your happiness. Daddy can see that your future husband loves you sincerely," whispered Ilya to Natasha.

"Thank you, Dad."

After Ilya handed Natasha's hand to Dmitri, the priestess began to perform the blessing and reading of the wedding prayer. The bride and groom pronounce the sacred vows of marriage without a hitch, followed by the installation of a wedding ring on each of the bride's ring fingers. It was time for Dmitri to remove the wedding veil covering Natasha's face. Dmitri's eyes did not blink, admiring the beauty of Natasha's face, which looked very beautiful today. The tiny sharp nose, sexy red lips, and a pair of blue eyes enchanted Dmitri when he looked at her.

"Um, may the groom to kiss the bride."

Dmitri gasped from his reverie, smiled awkwardly, and tenderly kissed Natasha's sweet lips. Boisterous applause echoed, congratulating the bride and groom.