Against The Law (FreenBecky)

Chapter 2: Playing for the public

"Why are you staring at me all the way?" Freen says surprisingly calmly as he enters the building. In response, the brunette just rolls her eyes. Smiles at passing luminaries.

"This dress is too revealing" she leans towards her wife's ear, glancing briefly at the guests.

"In what place?" the blonde snorts, also looking around the hall.

"Your tits are literally jumping out of this dress" Becky mutters, already turning to face the girl.

"Don't look at them" the blonde immediately snapped.

"It's difficult when they literally jump into my eyes" the girl hisses, leaning closer to her wife. She immediately took off the light scarf that was burdening her shoulders and threw it over her wife's shoulders, covering her charms.

"What a rude person you are" mutters the blonde and still accepts the cape from the girl. She carefully places the milky fabric over the top of the black and terribly tight dress so that the girl begins to look very seductive and attractive and, to some extent, aesthetically pleasing. Like a grown woman...

"And you're a nun" she mutters in response, looking at her wife and straightening her dress.

"Hands" the blonde hissed quietly, putting on a crooked smile so as not to show it while Becky briefly touched the bare areas of her chest with her fingers.

"Get used to it" the brunette grins, and then, pulling on her floor-length milky-white dress, she turned to face the huge hall full of guests. The girls sighed heavily, looking around at dozens of familiar and unfamiliar people, preparing for a barrage of questions that would fall on them very soon.

"Did you put the ring on?" Freen asked a little excitedly, still looking at the huge hall of guests.

"Yes" the girl answers immediately "and you?" she turns her head to her wife and the latter, sighing, looks into the green ones opposite.

"Yes..."

"Okay" the brunette sighs with relief, and then, putting the fallen strand behind her ear, she said: "Let's split up. We'll meet in an hour..."

And with these words, the girls dispersed around the hall, communicating with friends and guests...

As expected earlier, the girls were bombarded with a barrage of questions. Everyone was eager to communicate with them, to find out how the wedding went. Where was it and how did this happen? How did they realize that they fell in love with each other, because everyone who reads newspapers, watches TV or surfs the Internet knew about their squabbles...

A lot of questions and the girls just smiled sweetly, eluding answers. Every now and then they fiddled with the ring on their finger out of excitement, to which the guests immediately paid attention and looked at it with admiration.

The orchestra that plays music is the only one that calmed them down. The peaceful and calm sounds of the cello and violin slightly balanced the girls' frayed nerves. They are literally already suffocating from such close attention to their person.

They definitely didn't expect their wedding to be so loud. Even now, at the party of an influential person in the city, all attention was paid not so much to the hero of the occasion, but to the girls.

Surprisingly, many fell in love with the girls and began to admire them. Admire their "love", but also who openly showed their distrust. They knew it was not easy. Some immediately assumed that the marriage was a sham. But even this moment, the Chankimha-Armstrong family thought through. To arouse less suspicion, the merger of businesses will begin only after the girls have been married for six months. And during this time, they will have to assure everyone that their love is pure and sincere and this marriage is not a fiction...