REVENGE'S UNEXPECTED LOVE

DAMSEL IN DISTRESS IMPRESSION

[10 HOURS EARLIER]

As the evening sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the city skyline, Ismarie and her friends Maya and Abby gather in a chic rooftop bar to celebrate Ismarie's bachelorette party. The air is alive with excitement and anticipation, the pulsing beat of music mingling with the laughter and chatter of the crowd.

The atmosphere is electric, with twinkling fairy lights casting a soft, romantic glow and plush lounge seating inviting guests to relax and unwind. The scent of exotic cocktails and tantalizing appetizers fills the air, adding to the festive ambiance of the evening.

Ismarie, radiant in a sleek cocktail dress that accentuates her athletic figure, is surrounded by her closest friends, Maya and Abby. The trio shares a bond forged through years of laughter, tears, and shared experiences, and tonight, they are determined to make memories that will last a lifetime.

As they settle into their seats, glasses clinking in a toast to the bride-to-be, Ismarie's friends shower her with words of love and encouragement. Maya, her loyal maid of honor, reminisces about their childhood adventures and offers heartfelt words of support for the journey ahead.

Abby, the spirited life of the party, regales them with tales of past escapades and misadventures, eliciting laughter and smiles from the group. Together, they share stories of love and friendship, celebrating the bond that unites them in this moment of joy and celebration.

Ismarie raises her glass, "To friendship, laughter, and love. Cheers, my dear friends!"

Maya and Abby clink their glasses* "Cheers!"

Maya grins, "Isma, can you believe this day is finally here? You're going to make the most beautiful bride." she squeals in excitement.

Abby nods, "Absolutely! And tonight, we're going to make sure you have the bachelorette party of a lifetime!"

Ismarie, smiling gratefully, replies "Thank you both so much. I couldn't imagine celebrating this moment with anyone else but my two best friends."

"Well, get ready, because tonight is all about you! No holding back, no regrets!" Maya replies

"That's right! We're going to dance until our feet hurt, laugh until our sides ache, and make memories that we'll cherish forever." Abby adds

Ismarie, laughing "I can't wait! Let's make tonight unforgettable!" she yells at the top of her lungs.

As the night unfolds, Ismarie, Maya, and Abby immerse themselves in the festivities, reveling in the joy of friendship and the promise of new beginnings.

The bustling city below seems to hush its usual cacophony as Ismarie stands on the balcony of the elegant hotel. The distant hum of traffic and the twinkling lights of the cityscape provide a serene backdrop to their quiet moment together.

"I better retire for the night; a big day awaits me tomorrow," Ismarie remarks, her anticipation palpable in the air.

With her heart brimming with excitement and nervous anticipation, hugs Maya and Abby tightly, their warmth enveloping her like a comforting embrace.

"Sleep well, Ismarie," Abby whispers

"Thank you, both of you," Ismarie replies, her voice barely above a whisper.

With one final embrace, Ismarie watches as Maya and Abby disappear into the hotel's interior, leaving her alone on the balcony. The cool night air brushed against her skin, carrying with it the scent of jasmine and distant laughter.

Leaning against the wrought-iron railing, Ismarie gazed out at the sprawling city below, the lights shimmering like stars in the velvet sky. The gentle rustle of palm leaves added to the tranquility of the moment, soothing her frayed nerves.

As she turns to retreat into the warmth of her hotel room, Ismarie can't help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with a hint of trepidation. Tomorrow, she will begin a new chapter of her life, bound to the one she loves with all her heart.

Stepping into the softly lit room, Ismarie takes a moment to savor the luxurious surroundings. The plush bedding beckons to her, promising a restful night's sleep before the whirlwind of activities that await her on her wedding day.

With graceful movements, Ismarie slips out of her elegant attire and into a silky nightgown, the fabric draping softly against her skin. She cast one final glance out onto the balcony, the moonlight casting a silver glow over the city below.

Climbing into bed, Ismarie feels a sense of peace wash over her. Tomorrow, she will awaken to a new beginning, surrounded by love and the promise of a lifetime of happiness.

With excitement coursing through her veins, Ismarie finds herself unable to close her eyes without thoughts of her impending wedding tomorrow. Unable to resist the urge, she reaches for her phone to call her fiancé, hoping to find solace in shared anticipation.

As Ismarie's heart skips a beat with worry, Max's phone continues to ring, unanswered.

Ismarie contemplates the reasons behind Max's lack of response, thoughts racing through her mind. Is Max caught up with work, or perhaps he is out celebrating at his bachelor party with friends? Determined to ease her concerns, she decides to send him a text, hoping for a swift reply.

While waiting for the reply, she looks around the room. Her wedding dress, a vision of ivory lace and satin, hangs delicately in its cover, a silent promise of the beauty and magic that awaits her. Beside it, a treasure trove of gifts from loved ones: delicate jewelry, fragrant bouquets, and handwritten notes filled with good wishes.

Ismarie's eyes wander to a pair of shimmering shoes, perfectly matched to her gown, waiting to carry her down the aisle toward her beloved. Nearby, her veil rests like a cloud of dreams, ready to crown her as she begins her journey into wedded bliss.

Ismarie's phone beeps with the arrival of a text message, followed by a series of relentless prodding texts, and her anxiety heightens. Each beep feels like a drumbeat of uncertainty, urging her to find out what is happening with Max.

She opens the text messages to find videos, and her curiosity piques. With a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, she taps on the first video, wondering what awaited her on the screen.

She waits for the videos to download, each passing second feels like an eternity. Anticipation gnaws at her, urging the progress bar to move faster so she can finally uncover the contents of the messages from Max.

She watches Max fiddle with the camera phone in the first clip, her heart skips a beat as she recognizes the familiar surroundings of his bedroom. The sight of the king-sized bed brings a mix of emotions—nostalgia, excitement, and a touch of nervousness—as she eagerly waits for what is going to happen next in the video.

As Max moves away from the phone, revealing his half-naked body, Ismarie's cheeks flush with a combination of surprise and desire. The intimacy of the moment, captured on video, makes her heart race as she watches, feeling a rush of affection for her soon-to-be husband.

"What's taking so long in the shower?" Max's voice echoes through the phone.

"I'm almost done. Did you set up the camera?" A playful lilt infused the woman's voice from behind the bathroom door.

"Yes, babe, it's all set. Come out whenever you're ready."

"Alright, alright. I'm on my way," she chimes in with a singsong tone, her anticipation evident in every word.

Max waits with bated breath as she emerges from the room, adorned in a sultry red lingerie ensemble, complete with a matching mask that adds an air of mystery to her allure. The sight of her leaves him speechless, his eyes fill with admiration and desire.

"Oh, Liezel. You look absolutely breathtaking," Max exhales, his excitement palpable.

"I'm not Liezel right now," she reminds him firmly. "I told you we're going to role-play. Treat me as one of those artists auditioning."

"Okay, fine. I'm all in. Look at the camera tell me your name, and share a moving story about your background. I want to feel the emotion and raw talent," Max urges, eager to immerse himself in the moment.

Liezel straightens her posture, her eyes focusing on the camera with determination. Taking a deep breath, she prepares herself to share the weight of her story, the burden she has carried for so long.

"My name is Rosemarie. I live with my single mother in a small cabin small enough to fit a rat like us. We are so poor, I slept with my professor at school in the hope of getting a medical degree but I can't even do real doctor work, I found my passion for acting like a poor woman since it resonates with me, people can't even tell when I'm acting."

Max's laughter fills the room, a melodic expression of genuine delight. "My god, your acting skills are so top-notch," he exclaims, his admiration shining through his laughter. "You look beautiful when you did that," Max remarks, he adds a tantalizing moment daring both of them to succumb to the allure of their shared fantasy.

With a soft chuckle, Liezel replies, "You think so? I guess the damsel in distress impression does have its charms." She flashes a coy smile, enjoying the playful banter between them.

"It does, I even got hard by just watching you," Max replies.

Before Liezel can formulate a response, Max leans in and captures her lips with his own, leaving her momentarily speechless as her words dissolve into a gasp of surprise and pleasure.