All Novel Sweet
6
As the afternoon of Cher’s wedding came, I am filled with excitement and nerves. The bridesmaid dress hanging delicately in my closet is a vision of elegance and beauty. It’s a floor-length, flowing gown in a soft blush hue, adorned with intricate lace detailing on the bodice and a subtle shimmer that catches the light as I move. The dress hugs my curves perfectly, and its A-line silhouette gives it a timeless charm.
My makeup is done in a way that accentuates my features without overshadowing the bride. The makeup artist skillfully applies a natural-looking foundation, giving my skin a radiant glow. Soft, earthy tones are used for my eyes, enhancing their natural color, while a touch of eyeliner and mascara adds a hint of drama. My cheeks are lightly flushed with a rosy blush, and my lips are painted with a soft, dusty rose lipstick that complements the dress beautifully.
As for my hair, it’s styled in loose, cascading curls that fall gracefully over my shoulders. The hairstylist incorporates delicate braids into the sides, adding a touch of whimsy to the overall look. A few strategically placed hairpins adorned with tiny pearls complete the ethereal feel, making me feel like I belong in a fairytale.
With my makeup and hair complete, I take one last look in the mirror before stepping outside. The excitement in the air is palpable, and I can’t wait to see Cher on her special day. I bet she will look super stunning.
However, as I open the door to catch some air, I’m taken aback by an unexpected sight. Standing in the hallway is Ace, looking absolutely dashing in his tuxedo. The black suit fits him like a glove, accentuating his broad shoulders and trim waist. His crisp white shirt contrasts elegantly against the dark fabric, and a slim black tie completes the sophisticated ensemble. Ace’s dark hair is styled impeccably, and his charming smile makes my heart skip a beat.
Why am I feeling like this? I’m not supposed to feel like this? It was wrong, he is my best friend’s brother.
I approach him cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest. “Ace, can we talk for a moment?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.
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We find a more secluded spot where we can talk in private. I take a moment to collect my thoughts before speaking, trying to find the right words to express myself without causing unnecessary drama.
“Last night,” I begin, “what happened between us was unexpected, and I think it’s best if we keep it a secret for now, at least until after the wedding. I don’t want anything to jeopardize Cher’s special day.”
Ace’s confusion is evident in his expression, and I can tell that he had no intention of revealing anything about our encounter. But then again he looked so confused. “Of course,” he responds earnestly, “I would never do anything to disrupt Cher’s wedding. You can trust me on that.”
Despite his assurances, I can’t shake off the suspicion that lingers in the back of my mind. There’s something about the way he looks at me, almost as if he’s hiding something. I decide to probe further, hoping for some clarity.
“Are you sure about that, Ace?” I ask, my voice tinged with concern. “You seem confused, and it’s making me uneasy. Is there something you’re not telling me?”
Ace hesitates for a moment, his eyes darting around as if searching for the right words. “I promise you, I had no intention of saying anything about what happened last night,” he says finally, his voice sincere. “I respect you and Cher too much to do anything that could cause harm.”
Despite his reassurances, the unease doesn’t completely dissipate. Something still feels off, and I can’t put my finger on it. That’s when Ace suggests leading me to the bathroom to talk even more privately. While it’s a bit unusual, I decide to follow him, hoping to get some clarity on the matter.
“You look beautiful,” he said as we made our way to the bathroom. “You were beautiful then, but even more now.”
Huh? I know I was a snotty mess last night, but damn.
“Thanks, I guess. You don’t look bad yourself.”
He closed the bathroom door behind us and then stared at me. “Are we going to finish what we started last night.”
“What?”
He pulled me closer to him until we were mere inches away from each other. I could smell his cologne. What the hell was he doing? He tilted my chin and before my brain could process what was actually happening he crashed his lips on mine.