As the sun slowly set, the sky was a beautiful orange and red behind the trees. The light of the sun gently filtered through the leaves, making them glow. A breeze gently blew through, causing the leaves to rustle. Shadows of the setting sun danced on the tree trunks.
The long-awaited wedding of Noor and Grayson was nearing its end, and I was getting ready for the joyous finale – the Reception. Hosted by Grayson's family, the event was designed around the popular TV series Bridgerton, as Noor and Grayson are both massive fans.
As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of the dress that I had bought from Mumbai for the event. The fitted bodice hugged my figure, accentuating my curves. The sweetheart neckline framed my face, giving me an elegant and flattering look. The tiered skirt called a lehenga cascaded down to my feet, creating a romantic and whimsical effect. The intricate lace appliqués on the bodice and skirt shimmered with every movement, adding a touch of glamour to the gown.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I was concerned about whether my wedding dress might be too extravagant for the event. However, Noor and her family quickly reassured me that in their culture, there is no such thing as overdressing the bride. Instead, it is considered a compliment to the bride when guests come well dressed to match the wedding theme, as it shows that they care about the celebration.
Just as I was putting my heels, Maxwell walked into the room.
"Delilah how long will yo-" His eyes widen as he looks at me, and my own cheeks flare red as he runs his eyes all over me, appreciating.
"I'm done," I squeak out, my face turned into an awkward smile as he smiles back at me and steps forward, his eyes softly cupping my face.
"You look so beautiful," He says softly, his hands gently rubbing my cheeks.
"I...thank you, you look amazing." My eyes soften automatically as I smile up at him, gently taking his hand and kissing the inside softly.
The beige suit clings to his body, highlighting his broad shoulders with a well-tailored fit, The material appearing both classy and practical. The brown tie, tucked into the coat and accentuating his masculine form, completes the professional look. An air of confidence and sophistication radiates from him as he stands.
My mind took me back to the time after his father's funeral, and the horrifying yet joyful atmosphere that was present by those who were once his loved ones, but now they were nothing but the victims of his activities.
Due to a lack of heirs, his powerful mafia was dismantled, forcing the members to go their separate ways. However, some made attempts to join Maxwell's company in the hopes of being absorbed into his organization. But their attempts were in vain, as Maxwell had deep suspicions and declined the offers, unwilling to trust individuals associated with the crumbling mafia empire.
｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ
Before we knew it, the joyful reception of Grayson and Noor was over and Maxwell and I were back home, watching TV as we talked about random things that made no sense whatsoever.
I was telling Maxwell about how a man who's not popular with ladies would always be preferred to women who want a man for the long run, and that irritated him as he was always, and I mean, always popular with the ladies. Not that he cared about the attention, but he always had that attention whenever he walked into the room.
"Go away Delilah, I don't like you," He groans as he looks away, crossing his arm as I try to stifle my laugh at his sassy attitude.
"Really Maxwell? Then what's your type? Come on I'll find you a girl," Even saying that put a weird taste in my mouth and a grumbling feeling in my chest but I nudged him teasingly.
"My type, you ask?" He looked back at me and sat straight, smirking at me.
"Well, she's fucking annoying, first of all. But so so pretty. She has brown hair and green eyes, and the cutest laugh in the whole world." His hands touch all over my face as he replies softly, caressing my cheeks to my eyes to my nose and my lips.
"But here I thought you didn't like me?" I tilt my head, trying to hide the growing redness of my cheeks.
"Yeah that's because I love you," He declares, catching me by surprise as my eyes widen and my heart beat faster against my chest.
"And here I thought you forgot about my confession that I said two months ago," My voice almost came as a complain as I looked at him, his eyes softened further.
"I wanted to say it at a special moment but then I realized that every moment with you is special," He grins, as if he's proud of his words.
"You're so weird," I laugh softly as he holds his hand in mine.
"You know I loved you since the moment I saw after 6 years right?" He surprises me with his words yet again.
"Really?" I ask surprised, his hand squeezing mine softly as he pulls me closer to him on the couch.
"If I didn't fucking love you since the beginning, I wouldn't have looked at you like that, like you were my goddamn world." His words came out as hoarse as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap.
"If I didn't love you I wouldn't do this-" he whispered tenderly, his lips gently brushing against my upper lip in a soft kiss.
"And this," With a gentle touch, his lips met my bottom one softly, sending a wave of warmth and tenderness through the kiss.
"And finally this," he finally claimed my mouth with a possessive kiss.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
