Rylee
I passed out at the end of the lovemaking yesterday. I’ve never experienced such intense pleasure before—especially not with bondage. It’s all so new to me. What’s even stranger is that this morning, Alvar agreed to let Cecilia come see me. Now we’re in the parlor, picking out wedding dresses.
The words "my wedding dress" make me pause. The idea of my “rival” picking out my dress feels almost surreal.
Cecilia holds up one dress after another. When she gets to a black bustier wedding dress, she flashes a big smile and asks Ruth, who’s standing behind us, "This one’s nice, don’t you think?"
Ruth nods silently. Ever since Alvar announced that I was the future Luna at the dinner party, she’s been unusually quiet, her face devoid of any extra expression.
I glance at myself in the mirror. After these two weeks of recovery, I look like a different person. I’m still thin, but my cheeks are fuller, and my skin has a healthy glow. My eyes seem deeper than before, sparkling with a light th
