his signature.
“I understand that one copy is for me,” she more stated than asked, and when he nodded, she passed him two copies. She folded and put the third one neatly into her bag.
For the rest of the journey she made a point of neither looking at nor touching him. She stayed turned with her back to him, and stared out of the window the entire time.
The wedding would take place the same day in a truly lovely garden at the hotel where they would stay for the night. She admitted that for such a hastily arranged wedding, everything was truly perfect. She learned there would be beautiful flowers, a pianist, champagne, and a photographer, even a huge wedding cake. She was surprised that he remembered about her wedding dress. It was waiting for her on the bed in the suite he led her to after they checked in.
On first impulse, she thought to throw it out of the window, and say the vows as she’d previously intended, in jeans and the blue striped shirt she had on that day. But then she reminded herself that it was her own wedding after all. Shabby or not it was the first wedding in her life. As a little girl, she’d always dreamed about a wonderful dress, something in the style of Cinderella in the Disney movie. Over the course of years, her taste had changed and matured, but still a nice white dress seemed to be a priority. Besides, she knew her father would like to see the photos, and the bride in casual clothes would have been rather difficult to explain.
Not to mention that the dress itself, which for certain Jake’s assistant or someone else had chosen, was more than lovely, simple, but beautiful. Amy was curious whether it would fit and how she would look in it. When she put it on, she all but gasped. It fit her perfectly, like a second skin, and she liked the way she looked in it. It showed just the right amount of her delicate, freckled shoulders, and the tops of her breasts, gently hugging the rest of her form, especially enhancing her small waist. She knew she was being silly, but she could barely stop admiring herself in it.
Another huge surprise was when two women knocked at the door of the hotel room, just when she was trying on the dress. They came with a lot of beauty accessories, introducing themselves as a hairstylist and the make-up artist. Both of them were around her own age and in an hour they managed to change her into a completely different person. When she put the dress back on, which she’d removed so as not to ruin it as the women worked their magic, she’d barely recognized herself.
The hairdo flattered her features, and her face, quite surprisingly, seemed to look so pretty that it put her usually critical self in awe. Thanks to the skillful make-up her eyes seemed to be much darker, and appeared prominent in her small, rounded face. She sincerely thanked the women, who only smiled with satisfaction at her enthusiasm and wished her all happiness.
Amy knew that she shouldn’t enjoy all that dressing up so much. She forced herself to remember the circumstances, which led to this wedding. It cooled down her enthusiasm effectively. She was marrying a man she barely knew, a man who ruthlessly used her love for her father for his own interest. It sobered her, but she couldn’t stop one little smile when she caught her reflection in the mirror for the last time, before she left the room.
The ceremony was short, and after a few moments they were announced husband and wife. Jake leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She felt so unreal that she wasn’t even nervous. It was as if some strange woman had stood there in a beautiful dress as a bride and not her.
They posed for photographs for some time. She managed a few mechanical smiles, stiffening when Jake pulled her closer, his strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Later, he insisted on taking her to dinner, but she refused, saying that she was tired and would prefer to go to her room directly and rest. Her husband looked
“I understand that one copy is for me,” she more stated than asked, and when he nodded, she passed him two copies. She folded and put the third one neatly into her bag.
For the rest of the journey she made a point of neither looking at nor touching him. She stayed turned with her back to him, and stared out of the window the entire time.
The wedding would take place the same day in a truly lovely garden at the hotel where they would stay for the night. She admitted that for such a hastily arranged wedding, everything was truly perfect. She learned there would be beautiful flowers, a pianist, champagne, and a photographer, even a huge wedding cake. She was surprised that he remembered about her wedding dress. It was waiting for her on the bed in the suite he led her to after they checked in.
On first impulse, she thought to throw it out of the window, and say the vows as she’d previously intended, in jeans and the blue striped shirt she had on that day. But then she reminded herself that it was her own wedding after all. Shabby or not it was the first wedding in her life. As a little girl, she’d always dreamed about a wonderful dress, something in the style of Cinderella in the Disney movie. Over the course of years, her taste had changed and matured, but still a nice white dress seemed to be a priority. Besides, she knew her father would like to see the photos, and the bride in casual clothes would have been rather difficult to explain.
Not to mention that the dress itself, which for certain Jake’s assistant or someone else had chosen, was more than lovely, simple, but beautiful. Amy was curious whether it would fit and how she would look in it. When she put it on, she all but gasped. It fit her perfectly, like a second skin, and she liked the way she looked in it. It showed just the right amount of her delicate, freckled shoulders, and the tops of her breasts, gently hugging the rest of her form, especially enhancing her small waist. She knew she was being silly, but she could barely stop admiring herself in it.
Another huge surprise was when two women knocked at the door of the hotel room, just when she was trying on the dress. They came with a lot of beauty accessories, introducing themselves as a hairstylist and the make-up artist. Both of them were around her own age and in an hour they managed to change her into a completely different person. When she put the dress back on, which she’d removed so as not to ruin it as the women worked their magic, she’d barely recognized herself.
The hairdo flattered her features, and her face, quite surprisingly, seemed to look so pretty that it put her usually critical self in awe. Thanks to the skillful make-up her eyes seemed to be much darker, and appeared prominent in her small, rounded face. She sincerely thanked the women, who only smiled with satisfaction at her enthusiasm and wished her all happiness.
Amy knew that she shouldn’t enjoy all that dressing up so much. She forced herself to remember the circumstances, which led to this wedding. It cooled down her enthusiasm effectively. She was marrying a man she barely knew, a man who ruthlessly used her love for her father for his own interest. It sobered her, but she couldn’t stop one little smile when she caught her reflection in the mirror for the last time, before she left the room.
The ceremony was short, and after a few moments they were announced husband and wife. Jake leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She felt so unreal that she wasn’t even nervous. It was as if some strange woman had stood there in a beautiful dress as a bride and not her.
They posed for photographs for some time. She managed a few mechanical smiles, stiffening when Jake pulled her closer, his strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Later, he insisted on taking her to dinner, but she refused, saying that she was tired and would prefer to go to her room directly and rest. Her husband looked
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