"Do you think it was a mistake?" I asked, leaning closer and pulling her waist toward me.
Her nipples pressed against my chest through the sheer fabric of her nightgown, her skin flushing and her breath hitching as she looked down to avoid my gaze.
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FRIA
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"What happened, Fria?" Evren's words brought me back to reality. I held the pen in my hand, everyone was waiting for me to sign.
I gave him a "nothing happened" look and shook my head. With my hands trembling, I finally signed the papers, knowing that Evren would have my back.
As I signed the papers, Evren held my hand, and together we turned toward everyone. We walked toward the celebration area, and I tried my best to mask the nervousness and fear swirling inside me.
The heavy gown made it difficult to walk, but Zehra came to my rescue, supporting me as we moved forward.
The celebration area, smaller compared to the ceremony hall, was beautifully adorned. A white canopy covered the space, with round tables draped in white linen and golden lights sparkling everywhere. White flowers decorated the area, giving it an elegant, serene vibe.
I forced a smile, hoping to hide how off I truly felt, not wanting to worry anyone or explain the reasons for my unease.
As we walked onto the stage, light crackers ignited around us, and the cheering from our families and friends filled the air. Despite the coolness of the air-conditioned hall, I felt a bead of sweat coming down my temple.
Just before we could sit on the couch placed on the stage, we were guided to cut the towering five-tier white cake, decorated with red frosted roses.
Evren and I stepped up stair to cut the cake, the cheers growing louder around us. I could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on us, but I kept my smile intact, even though my hands trembled slightly as I took hold of the knife.
Evren placed his hand over mine, his touch keeping me calm for a brief moment. Together, we sliced through the first layer, the delicate red roses parting as we made the cut. The crowd erupted into applause again.
As we fed each other small pieces of cake, my heart pounded in my chest. Despite the sweet taste of the chocolate cake, a bitter taste lingered in my mouth.
