214\u2013I Am Finally A Bride\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline:\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared at myself in the mirror with my eyes wide open, not even able to blink once.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had never worn anything like this. The gown was long and flowy, something a princess would wear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The bodice was covered with small diamantes that shone whenever the light reflected on them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sleeves were short and made of soft net sprinkled with little sparkles that appeared along my arms,\u00a0<\/p>\n
My hair had been curled into big waves.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A few strands were tied at the back while the rest fell over my shoulders like a waterfall, with some loose pieces around my face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My makeup had been done by professionals. The light red lipstick made everything look complete in a simple way. \u201cYou look so beautiful. You know, I have prepared many brides, but never someone like you,\u201d the lady who had been hired to do my makeup told me, admiring either her work or me or my appearance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I lowered my gaze shyly and pressed my palms on my lap, trying to steady myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Suddenly the door opened and my children rushed in, but they stopped midway, with Bodhi letting out a loud gasp.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My kids were already very expressive, always quick to react.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy, you look like a princess,\u201d Bodhi exclaimed, hurrying toward me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Gina followed him with wide eyes, holding the skirt of her peach dress.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Elara entered right behind her, staring at me in complete shock.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Both my daughters wore peach gowns that matched each other.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bodhi wore a white suit with a little bow tie that kept tilting to the side, and he would quickly adjust it like he was an old man.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I grow up, I want a dress like yours,\u201d Elara stated, holding the net sleeve of my gown as if she was afraid that if she let go, someone else would steal it from her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The makeup artist began fixing the shiny glittery veil on the back of my head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you three look so pretty,\u201d I told them, but they continued watching me while blinking, their eyes twinkling like little stars, making my chest feel warm at the adoration in their expressions.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then someone else stepped inside and the children turned to him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked up at the gasp someone had let out. Baxter stood in the doorway in a black suit.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His hair was tied back neatly, but a few strands were loose on his forehead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stared at me longer than he should have. His expression carried something I could not understand, maybe longing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It seemed like he had forgotten to breathe until he shook himself slightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look nice,\u201d he remarked awkwardly, looking down. 1\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
214\u2013Am Finally A Brick\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d I replied. \u201cAt least you came for the wedding,\u201d I commented.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was not trying to taunt him. I knew he was busy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But his compliment and the way he had been staring at me made me react.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, I wanted to come sooner, but I could not stop transitioning after every few minutes,\u201d he explained, shifting his posture and smiling at the kids one by one.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I noticed the way he leaned down to fix Elara\u2019s hair.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you not tell me that was the reason you were not coming?\u201d I asked him in bewilderment, remembering the pain he would feel from transitioning nonstop.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s fine. I do not want to talk about it,\u201d he uttered, shrugging a little.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used to talk about it previously,\u201d I reminded him quietly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, and then you kind of told everyone on me,\u201d he whispered under his breath in such a low tone that I had to frown and step off the stool to walk over to him to try to hear him correctly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing,\u201d he replied quickly, brushing it off.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wanted to keep asking him, but he took a deep breath and looked around the room before stepping closer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment he stepped toward me, I completely forgot what we had been talking about.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSince your father is not going to walk you down the aisle, how about I do it?\u201d he suggested, making my heart skip a beat in my chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A distant memory returned to me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Growing up, when I first started to have a crush on him, I remembered how I had dreamed about walking down the aisle as his bride.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As he watched my face, I swallowed the tears that tried to form in my eyes and then nodded my head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had no idea what he was asking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Although I was grateful that when others left my side, he stayed at least somewhat near me, it did not change the fact that I would rather have walked down the aisle as his bride.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But that was never possible. He liked my sister, and he had walked out on me before.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So it was better that I did not have to deal with heartbreak from him again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At least one friendship might survive the storm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, that would be a good idea,\u201d I told him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ruby Walker is a rising voice in the world of romance and spicy fiction. With a gift for weaving deep emotions, sizzling chemistry, and unexpected twists, her stories are a blend of passion and drama that captivate readers from start to finish. Ruby\u2019s writing style is bold and irresistible\u2014perfect for those who crave intense, addictive love stories.<\/p>\n
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