Romances de Stephanie M

Rachael’s POVDays flew by.Not slowly.Not gently.They rushed past me like I wasn’t even part of them.And just like that…I was sitting in front of a mirror.Still.Silent.While someone else built a bride around me.“Hold still.”The stylist’s voice was soft but firm as her fingers moved through my hair.Pinning.Twisting.Shaping it into something elegant.Something perfect.Something that didn’t feel like me.I stared at my reflection.Watching it happen.Watching myself disappear… slowly… carefully… intentionally.Another woman stood behind me, brushing powder across my face.Light.Precise.Every movement controlled.Every detail planned.“Don’t move your lips.”I hadn’t even realized I was.I swallowed and went still again.Across the room…my dress hung.Pressed.Displayed like something sacred.White.Structured.Beautiful.And not mine.My eyes lingered on it for a moment longer than they should have.Because even now…I couldn’t connect to it.Couldn’t feel anything towar

Rachael’s POV“I’m on my way home.”I stared at the message for a second before hitting send.It delivered instantly.And just like that… there was no undoing anything.No pretending last night didn’t happen.No pushing it into some quiet corner of my mind where it wouldn’t matter.Because it did matter.More than I wanted to admit.More than I was ready to deal with.My phone buzzed almost immediately.Bella.“Good. And don’t come in through the back door like a criminal. Just act normal”A small smile slipped onto my lips.Act normal.As if I even remembered what that felt like anymore.Another message came in.“And fix your face before you enter. You look guilty even through text.”I let out a soft breath.Of course she would say that.Of course she would see through me even without being here.I typed back quickly.I’m fine.She replied instantly.You’re never fine. Just come home.I didn’t respond to that.Because she wasn’t wrong.By the time I stepped into the house, Bella was

Rachael’s POV“I’m not going to be gentle. I’m starved Rachael. If we’re doing this, you’ll take it till I’m satisfied.” he warned, gripping my thighs and lifting me onto the bed.His cock pressed against my center. I moaned so hard, wrapping my legs around him, grinding against him, my body aching for more.His hands gripped my boobs, his fingers tweaking my nipples.“Fuck!”, I exhaled.“I want to finger your pussy till you cum.”“Do anything you want… I’m yours tonight.”I whispered.His cock slammed in and out of me, my tits bouncing with every thrust.With one hard deep thrust, I was cumming but he didn’t stop.“I’m going to fill you up with my cum.”As he increased his pace, he came, his cock deep inside me, as he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and sweating.The rain hadn’t stopped.I could still hear it.I lay curled against him, my head resting lightly on his chest.His arm was wrapped around me… firm, grounding… like he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.For the first

Rachael’s POVWhat if I don’t want this anymore?The thought didn’t leave.It stayed.Sat heavy in my chest… louder than everything else.Louder than the pressure.Louder than the wedding.Louder than my father’s voice in my head.I stared at the ring box in my hand.Like if I didn’t open it again… none of this would be real.A knock came at my door.I didn’t answer.“Rachael.”My father.Of course.“I know you’re inside.”I wiped quickly at my face before walking over and opening the door.He stepped in without waiting.His eyes moved around the room briefly before settling on me.“You’re not dressed.”“For what?”“The dinner.”I frowned.“What dinner?”He looked at me like I had just asked the most ridiculous question.“The Brooks. Tonight.”My chest tightened.Of course.Another reminder.Another obligation.“I didn’t know about it.”“Well, now you do.”His tone was flat.Like this was nothing.Like this didn’t matter.“I just got back,” I said quietly.“And?”I stared at him.“I’m

Rachael’s POVThe bell above the door chimed softly as I stepped into the jewelry store.Everything gleaming under soft lights that made the glass cases sparkle just enough to feel important.I paused just inside the entrance.Took a breath.This was it.The last piece.The ring.Something about that felt heavier than the dress.Because a dress could be taken off.A ring…meant something else.“Good afternoon.”The voice came from behind the counter.Familiar.Too familiar.I looked up.And froze.Daniel.For a second, neither of us moved.Then his brows lifted slightly.“Rachael.”My grip tightened on my bag.“Hi.”A pause.Not awkward.Just… loaded.“You work here?” I asked, even though the answer was obvious.He gave a small nod.“My family owns it.”That made sense.Everything about him screamed that kind of quiet wealth.I nodded slowly.“Right.”Silence stretched for a second.Then he stepped out from behind the counter.Professional.But softer than the last time I saw him.“I

Rachael’s POVThe boutique smelled like perfume and polished glass.Soft.Expensive.Carefully curated to make everything feel perfect.Bella walked in like she belonged there.Like this was her moment just as much as mine.“Today,” she announced, slipping her sunglasses up into her hair, “you fall in love with your dress.”I didn’t respond.Because I already knew I wouldn’t.The staff greeted us immediately.Smiles.Compliments.Energy that felt just a little too rehearsed.“Miss Virgo, we’ve been expecting you.”Of course you have.Everything about this had been scheduled down to the minute.I followed them further inside, Bella right beside me, already talking, already asking questions I wasn’t interested in answering.“How many fittings has she done already?”“Is this the final version?”“Can we see it now?”They laughed politely.“Yes, this is the final piece.”Final.The word settled heavily in my chest.Because this wasn’t just a dress.It was a decision.One I didn’t remember