"Here's the groom with bride so fair and here's the bride with groom so rare." - Anonymous
Dominique's POV
I took several selfies before I came out of the room. Don't blame me. I can't help it. I never usually brag about myself especially my looks. But right now I'm going to and I'm proud to do so because I look fantastic. I look stunning. I look beautiful. I look breathtaking.
And it's not only the appearance, I can feel it inside me and I believe it. This is the very first time I feel this enthusiastic about my look. Not that I didn't appreciate myself. Of course I'm confident on my own skin, but today it seems like I'm in a new level.
Maybe because I'm wearing this beautiful wedding dress and I'm comfortable with it. And God, I love it. Too bad it's going to be use only for a pictorial. What a waste. How I wish it's really my wedding dress and not that sophisticated screaming money wedding gown that they chose for me.
And my shoes, I'm not going to exchange it for the world. I love my sneakers. And I love it red.
Some women were born to wear killing heels and stunning stilettos, but I believe I'm one of those who were destined to go places on my sneakers. How I wish that includes the altar. But I know it's impossible because my glass shoes were delivered yesterday. Yeah, you heard it right, glass shoes - the one that Cinderella wore, which changed her life forever. They were exactly the same. What do I expect, it's a princess-themed wedding ended with crowns and carriage and all that.
Fantastic! Not.
But never mind that as I looked really fantastic today. Thanks to the hairstylists and make-up artists who were hired by Hyacinth. I looked at my reflection one last time and gave two thumbs up. They did great. Really great. I'm excited of Leandro's reaction when he sees me. I can't help not to giggle. I'm pretty sure I'm acting like a teenager but I don't care.
Now, I can giggle all I want. Later, I'll be like a robot following orders from the photographers while taking poses. And by tomorrow, I'll be treating my stiff neck.
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"We're here, mademoiselle." My handsome driver announced with enthusiasm with his British accent to complete the drama. He's wearing a white tux but not a black leather shoes to accentuate his elegant garb. Instead he's wearing red sneakers like me.
I can see I'm not the only one who is fond of sneakers.
Kenshin offered his arm to escort me acting like a perfect gentleman. I sighed deeply before walking towards him. Why I'm this nervous when it's just a prenup pictorial?
Maybe because my escort is grinning at me stupidly as if telling me he knows something about me that I don't.
As we approached a huge gate that I can't figure out what, whether iron or wood as it's covered with hanging plants with flowers in full bloom surrounding it, I started to get this uneasy feeling that something big is going to happen. It's woman's instinct. I can feel it coming though I can't figure out what exactly.
The light suddenly went off followed with total darkness. I automatically clung tightly to him. This is kind of creepy. And we're in a deserted part of I don't know exactly where.
Shit! What's happening?
"Hey, relax. I don't want you having a heart attack on your big day." Kenshin chuckled with amusement. I was about to retort back when the gate opened in a slow motion.
And then the lights went back one after the other. They're dim lights that give enchanting effects to the surrounding. I was utterly awed and I stopped on my track to take in what's happening in front of me.

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The Bargain with the Billionaire
RomanceShe is Dominique Garcia a freelance animator by day and a band vocalist at night. Two months ago, she was a secret girlfriend of a millionaire. Now, she is an ex-secret girlfriend of a millionaire but out-in-the open fiancée of a billionaire,albeit...