“Will he ever stop talking?” a soft growl reached Alice, even where she was kneeling before the altar, next to Massimo.
“Massimo!” she hissed, only getting Millicent to cover her mouth with her hands to hide a giggle “He's a priest. His job is to give a speech.”
“For twenty minutes? Millicent will end up sleeping and so will I.” He rolled his eyes, impatiently.
“Behave yourselves, you two...”
“And, with that, I conclude my words.” The priest's loud voice cut through her whisper, causing Alice to quickly straighten up so she could look at him “You may rise, my dear. Or, of course, stay as you are, if you want...” the old man cleared his throat, avoiding Massimo's gaze “It's time for
“You look so, so beautiful…” Lucy murmured, for probably the hundredth time in the last ten minutes, which forced Alice to turn her attention away from where Massimo was chatting with the shareholders he had been forced to invite.“I'm sure you'll become even more beautiful.” Alice smiled at her best friend “When the time finally comes for you to marry a man who deserves you.”“I wish I could have that hope, but I know my parents will push me towards one of their dying friends to make sure they get something this time.” She sniffed.“What’s going on now?”“Christopher has been arriving later and later lately. He even canceled meetings and avoided leaving town for more than two weeks, something
“No one can question my respect for you and Dad. I even respected your wishes not to walk down the aisle with me.” She pointed out, making Kendra's frown deepen, probably because Judge Mitchell, one of the most influential political figures in High Society, was there to listen.“Uh... That...” Roger cleared his throat, finally looking up from his smartphone, the only one there with the decency to look embarrassed “Your mother ended up leaving home late and I just remembered this thing about accompanying the bride when we arrived at the moment the celebrant’s sermon had already begun...”“Maybe if she had been thoughtful enough to remind us of the correct time or what she would have liked us to do at this wedding, then maybe we would have been on time.” Kendra grumbled “But Alice made a point of excludi
“You were very wrong not to ask me to help you choose your dress, you know?” Amber didn't allow the silence between them to last even two seconds, a mocking smile lifting her lips “That way you wouldn't be looking like a girl dressing up to play get married. But I'm sure the brat must have been a lot of help, right?”“Millicent helped me a lot, it’s true. That's why I loved this dress so much. It's exactly how I wanted it. I thank Massimo for giving me the opportunity to make this whole party exactly how I wanted.” she smiled, looking over Amber's shoulder at all the party's impeccable decorations, the almost endless food and all the most important people in High Society looking around, everyone clearly impressed.“You are content with so little. I would be crying if I were you, if the man who bought me threw a party this big, just to try to get at the woman who was supposed to be his real bride.” Her sister tossed her hair back, but Alice didn't even bother to feel uncomfortable.“You
For a second, Alice remained frozen where she was, staring in disbelief as Amber moved her hand away from her own face, the pale skin of her cheek immediately turning red, with even her finger prints clearly outlined through the makeup.“What...?” was all that Alice managed to expel from her mouth “What are you...?”"No!" Amber suddenly screamed, so loud that Alice’s eardrums hurt, surely spreading throughout the entire farm “Stop, Alice! Stop! What are you doing?! It’s hurting me…!” her sister continued screaming at the top of her lungs, while running her fingers through her hair, undoing the bun and making it a mess, as if she had just gotten out of a fight “Please, stop!”“What are you doing...?!” Alice asked again, taking a few steps
Massimo's accusations caused an uproar among the guests, who didn't even bother to try to be discreet while they commented, as excited as a bunch of ants."That's ridiculous, isn't it? Amber wouldn't do that! Kendra raised her right.""Well, it may be a long time ago, but I still remember the tantrums Kendra used to throw when she was a teenager. Lucas was always so embarrassed... Could her youngest daughter have inherited that from her and we only realized it now?" someone replied."That Alice person was always a problem! Kendra was always complaining about her bad behavior when she was a child and then she even got pregnant by God knows who...""Clearly one of the two girls inherited Kendra's bad personality when she was that age. I always knew she wouldn't know how to raise a child!" a old woman said, venomously."Do you really think she would
“Do you want to see the footage of Kendra and Amber being dragged through the mud?”That question made Alice look up in surprise, taking her out of the thoughts she had been immersed in for some time, if not hours. She had exchanged her puffy dress for a simple satin one, her shoes were already off her feet and one of her long pantyhose was bunched up at her calf. But even so Alice stopped what she was doing to watch Massimo push his wheelchair up to where she was sitting, on the edge of the bed.“What did you say?” she blinked, confused.“The cameras at the back entrance recorded Kendra and Amber being swept away by the mud left behind by yesterday’s rains.” Massimo repeated, his expression unreadable, but if Alice tried really hard, she could even tell he was worried “Will seeing this make you feel better?”
It was amazing how Massimo had the same effect on her as a dose of catnip had on a kitten. All it took was a simple kiss, which should have been quick and just proof that she really wanted him, for Alice to completely lose herself in the sensation of his tongue against hers.As had become almost a tradition between them, Massimo pulled her onto his lap, his hands perfectly molding all the way from her thighs to her ass. God, how could that man still have the courage to say that he wouldn't be able to spend a night of love with someone? She was completely crooked in his lap, but she could still feel that part of him growing and stretching, as if it was searching for something.“How can you taste so good?” he growled, when finally neither of them could bear it for so long without breathing “It makes me feel like I've been missing this for a long
“Fuck.” Massimo muttered the moment Alice leaned over him, just a minute after he managed to get comfortable on the bed.Hell, he'd love it if his body could respond according to how he was feeling. Then he would have carried her to the bed in his arms and moved over her, until he wiped from her mind the memories of that faceless man who still seemed to haunt her, even at a moment like that.But, when Alice kissed him like that, full of passion and urgency, her beautiful, huge tits swinging everywhere, Massimo couldn't think of anything other than freeing her from that damn dress that still hid part of her body from him. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so horny, and, if he were being honest, possibly never. That woman ignited something in him that was difficult to explain, but he was sure of one thing. Alice was right to be afraid that this would complicate things between them.Once he got a taste of what it was like to have her as his wife completely, it would be imposs
“Look! Here comes our lovely bride!”At the sound of her aunt's cheerful and even slightly emotional voice, Millicent forced a smile, trying to look as light and happy as possible as she walked towards them, as any bride should be. Around her, the engagement party continued exactly as she had left it, flawless with drinks being served to smiling guests and the decor without a single flower petal out of place. Everything was perfect and she could see that everyone there, especially her family, also thought the same.And knowing that almost made her regret what they were about to witness.“You look so beautiful, Millie…” her Aunt Heidi was the first to come over, wrapping her in a warm hug “God, I can hardly believe that soon we will actually see you in a wedding dress and walking into a church...”“You look like you were a little girl just a few hours ago…” Thea, who had been her nanny throughout her childhood, took another tissue from the almost empty box on her lap “And now you are go
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“You look so beautiful, Debbie... Isn't it amazing how that dress makes your hair color pop?” Evangeline hummed, and, even though she struggled, Deborah had her chin held and was forced to look at her own reflection in the mirror before them. “You… You really think so?” she swallowed nervously. “Of course! This will be perfect to shut up all those mean girls who are always talking about how this beautiful red is a mark of the God of Discord. Oh, I would give anything to have hair like that too...” Evangeline sighed, running her fingers through her perfectly straight, snow-white hair. "Do not say that. Your hair is perfect. How could it not be? It is a symbol of the Moon Goddess.” Deborah turned to face her cousin, intertwining their hands “And, don’t worry. I know that before I was always wetting your shoulder with my tears because of this, but... Iron is always saying that my hair is beautiful, so... I have no reason to cry anymore. Whenever he tells me I'm completely perfect...
“Okay, honey. Now… Open your eyes.” Alice asked and, when Millicent opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in the mirror, the smile that appeared on her face made her mother's heart more than happy. “That’s amazing, Mom!” Millie smiled to herself, moving closer to the reflection to observe in more detail the way Alice had painted her eyelids “I’m… I’m pretty, right?” she asked with a shy smile, as her hands nervously twisted the hem of the dark green dress, the same color as her eyes, that she was wearing. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, honey.” Alice sniffled, holding her daughter's face, unable to stop the tears from flowing. “Mom, please… Don’t cry again.” her daughter asked, hugging her. "Sorry. It’s just… One day you were my little girl, running around the house wanting to play with your dolls and now… You’re a 16 year old girl, almost as tall as me and getting ready for your first date.” she had to stop once again to stop herself from bursting int
“And this is the role of fibroblasts in the healing process.” Alice spoke on the phone, as she took her pie out of the oven, happy to see that the dough had turned golden and crispy, exactly how her husband liked it “You can read more about this in the Cell Biology book. Any other questions, Lindsey?”“No, Alice.” the freshman sighed on the other end of the line, clearly relieved “You saved my life. And thank you for letting me record our conversation, it will help me a lot to review all of this for the next test. I just hope it’s not as killer as the last one.” she lamented “Mrs. Doherty was right. You are the best monitor we could ask for.” “It’s just my job.” Alice laughed, opening the cabinet doors where the dishes were “Now, if you don't have any more questions, I'll hang up now, okay? And, if any of your friends comment they tried to contact me this weekend and couldn't, can you let them know that I'm busy? And also remind them that my work as a monitor can only take place dur
“I… I’m sorry if your father isn’t a good father.” Millicent said, feeling like it wasn't right to leave him alone there, even though he clearly wanted that "My mother also had very bad parents and they hurt her a lot, until she found out they had lied and were not her real parents…”“I don’t think I’ll be that lucky.” he grumbled, not looking at her.“Well, that's bad, but that's not what I was going to suggest. When I was very little, mommy… I mean, my Mom told me that bad parents make their children wonder what they did wrong to be treated badly. But the real question should be: how can a father or mother be so mean to their own child? Never let the bad words of your family get to you. Just because a person is your family, doesn't mean he or she is right about yoy.” Millicent recited, although the memories of her mother's words were a little blurry, coming from the time when they still lived in that small room in the Dawsey mansion and she didn't even know her father existed.“That
“Okay, class. We are already accommodating your parents in the main auditorium.” Mrs. Keeley, one of the 3rd grade teachers, clapped her hands as she entered the classroom full of children, quickly grabbing the basket full of cookies that was on the table "Everything is ready, so Miss Shepherd will be calling you any moment, okay? Don't forget the chorus of the song and much less the part reserved just for your father. I’m counting on you!” she said, her voice so fast it was almost difficult to understand, as she left the room once again, practically running towards the auditorium where the Father's Day performance would take place. “You shouldn’t have left putting those bows on the brownies at the last possible moment, Poppy!” Cassie grumbled, but still didn't stop applying the glue stick to the glittery paper bows. “It’s not my fault!” Poppy whimpered, desperately trying to glue the bows onto the cellophane of the brownies she was giving her father as a gift “Mom told me she would
“And, as a last question, Mrs. Bianchi, how do you feel, as the creator, seeing your social project come so far and reach so many people positively?” the reporter asked, turning the microphone towards her as the cameras were turned towards them. “It’s a wonderful feeling. Every day, we receive several families who are unable to even obtain a loan to pay their medical expenses and, here, we are able to serve them in the best possible way, often restoring the quality of life that they had lost a long time ago. It's teamwork from a fantastic team of not only nurses, but also doctors and other healthcare professionals, who I was very lucky to be able to bring together here to support this initiative. My expectations for the future are that we can further expand our capabilities and be able to serve oncology and kidney patients soon.” “That’s great to hear.” the reporter said, his excessively white teeth gleaming against the sun as he smiled at the camera. “And that was our interview with
“Elise?” His voice cracked, sounding almost as if all the air had been stolen from his lungs."Are you okay?" she murmured, moving even closer to him to caress his face, her hands feeling as soft as he remembered “Did you have a nightmare? You were talking in your sleep, but I couldn’t understand…”“Elise?! Is it really you?” Micah sat up with a start, but only managed to feel even more confused when he realized he was lying on a bed, in Elise's youthful room, with the same lilac wallpaper and one of the walls covered in sheet music, next to her grand piano. A few meters away from the bed was the balcony, with the glass doors ajar, where he used to sneak into her room after climbing the large empress tree that was right next to it.“Of course it's me…” her eyebrows furrowed more and more “Are you sure you're okay, Micah? I know you spent the whole day helping your father prune the trees in the garden. If you want to go home and get some rest, I don't mind. We can do it another night…”