Protective

An Araújo-Souza Wedding: Part One

Yeremy

"You have an entire private jet and there's no candy?"

I shrugged at her, "I don't even eat candy."

She rolled her eyes, cuddling up with her blanket, "Of course you don't."

"In my defense, my original plane was blown up," I explained, "That one was fully stocked."

"No excuse," she said, unrelenting, "You really don't eat candy?"

I shut my book, "It's not that I don't like it. I just don't remember the last time I had it."

She frowned, "So in all your years under my father's guidance, he didn't even give you a chocolate?"

"No," I laughed, "Why would he do that? Was I to be his Valentine?"

She laughed, "Trust me, he is a one woman man if you couldn't tell from the paintings."

"I noticed," I smiled at her before the attendant came to tell me that we were about to land.

"I'm going to change," she stood up, folding the blanket.

"What's wrong with that?"

She gave me a look of disbelief, "You don't wear this to meet the most powerful man in his country. It's too comfortable."

Comfortable looked good on her. Everything looked good on her.

"Right," I nodded stupidly, why did I even ask that? I knew better than that.

I just forgot where we were going, forgot what we were doing.

She took about twenty minutes in the bathroom before walking out in white six inch heels and a pink dress.

She had put on some makeup and brushed out her hair, as well.

The plane had landed and the Souza's chauffeur was already unloading our luggage. Lana stepped off the plane first, greeting Otávio warmly and cheerfully like she had known him forever.

Such a charmer she was.

"Hello, Otávio," I shook his hand but he pulled me in for a hug.

"Yeremy, my friend. Thank you for coming, you and the very beautiful Lana," he gave her a wink, "Let's get going. My bride to be wants to meet you."

The car ride to the Souza mansion mostly consisted of Lana and Otávio chatting up a storm while they through the occasional odd question my way to make me feel uncomfortable. They both found it amusing.

The Souza's ancestral home was magnificently large. It was a square and wrapped around acres of land with a green area in it's center. It was different from the architecture I had seen before. Much brighter colors.

"Welcome!" a woman with brown skin and dark curly hair made her way towards us. From the way Otávio lit up when he saw her I could tell she was his fiancé, Talita Araùjo, she took both of our hands excitedly, "It is so nice to meet you both. Thank you for coming to our wedding."

I smiled, "Thank you for the invite."

"Yes," Lana smiled, still marveling at their house, "You're home gorgeous."

"Been in the family for a few decades," Otávio said, "The servants will show you to your rooms and dinner starts soon."

Ah, yes. The rehearsal dinner. I had been invited to that too.

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Lana

"So what is it that you do?" sister number two asked, twirling her hair and leaning in so that her breast nearly spilled out of her dress.