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The Backup Bride
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2025-06-02 23:36:03
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Only the Second Best “Good night, my wife.”
The California sky was nearly dark when the limousine turned into the driveway of an exclusive neighborhood perched on the hillside. The evening air carried a hint of sea salt from afar, mixed with the scent of expensive cedar trees lined up neatly along both sides of the golden stone path.I straightened up, turned to look out the window, trying to process what I was seeing.And then, I froze.In front of us stood a mansion, more like an art gallery crossed with a modern castle. The house had soft white marble walls and towering two-story windows, accented with dark oak panels that gave it a warm, yet untouchable feel.The yard was expansive, spotless, with a round fountain at the center and garden lights already glowing like tiny stars scattered across the ground.“Oh my God...” I murmured, barely aware I was speaking.Reagan slowly turned to me, giving me that half-smile he always used when he was holding back laughter. Not warm laughter, more the “you’re cute because you’re naive”
Only the Second Best The Backup Bride
The evening sky hung low over the city as the limousine cruised through the luxurious streets of Montecito. The black asphalt shimmered with golden reflections from the setting sun, while the world outside the window looked like a silent film playing too fast to follow.Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive leather, wine, and exhaustion.I sat in the corner of the plush white leather seat. Too soft, too expensive. This wedding dress, still on me for reasons I couldn’t explain.It felt like a weight on my shoulders. Not because of the fabric, but because of everything it carried: the lies, the pressure, and... that kiss.I took a deep breath. Then let it out slowly through my mouth.Dizzy. My head was spinning.Maybe because I hadn’t eaten all day. Maybe because I had just married the man who once kept me up at night, who now couldn’t even look at me without sarcasm in his eyes.Or maybe, because I knew... I wasn’t dreaming.Reagan sat not far beside me. His wedding jac
Only the Second Best paper vows, glass hearts
I stood frozen beneath the shade of a jacaranda tree, its fallen blossoms a soft purple halo around the heels of my muddy shoes. My heart pounded in my chest, but it sounded like an echo in an empty room. Distant and unfamiliar.I had almost been sold.Not literally, of course. But the way Reagan spoke earlier... the way his grandfather looked at me like I was a last-minute solution on an auction block... I knew exactly where I stood.To them, I was nothing but a backup plan. A shadow of Tiara.And that hurt more than I ever imagined it would.Someone called my name from far off, but I didn’t answer. I just walked faster, heading to the narrow side corridor of the church that led into the garden. The sounds of frantic guests faded behind me, replaced by birdsong and the soft brush of wind against my cold, clammy skin.I didn’t know where I was going. Or what I was supposed to do.Then—soft footsteps behind me.“Sweetheart…”That voice. The one that could bring down all my walls with a
Only the Second Best if the dress fits, lie
I stood alone in the long hallway. The sound of classical music drifting from the main chapel was faint.My fingers clenched at the sides of the pastel green dress I wore as a bridesmaid.My feet refused to move toward the bridal suite door. I knew Tiara was in there, making a decision that would change everything. And I was scared... scared that if I walked in again, I’d end up screaming at her. Or crying. Or both.Hurried footsteps echoed from the end of the hall, snapping me out of my thoughts.“Where’s Tiara?” The voice cracked like a whip.It was our cousin. Camila. Just as explosive as the red lipstick she always wore. Her bridesmaid dress flared dramatically as she stormed toward the bridal suite and flung the door open without knocking.I was frozen, too stunned to stop her.“WHAT THE HELL?!”Her scream pierced the silence like shattered glass. I held my breath.Camila reappeared in the doorway, breathless, eyes wide with shock. “She... she’s NOT IN THERE!”My blood froze in p
Only the Second Best florals and fractures
Late afternoons in Napa Valley always feel like an expensive painting. Too serene to be real.The air is crisp, the sky a clear blue with wisps of clouds drifting lazily, and the grapevines hang heavy with ripened fruit. The De Russo family was hosting a pre-wedding lunch that felt more like a high-society social event: a grand white tent set up in the middle of the vineyard, filled with guests in linen outfits, overpriced sunglasses, and smiles too wide for the cool weather.I wore a sleeveless ivory dress. Simple but elegant. My hair was left loose, clipped neatly on one side. Next to me, Geraldo in a pale blue linen shirt and slightly cuffed khakis looked like someone who walked out of a Ralph Lauren summer catalog.“Let me guess,” he said, reaching for a mimosa from a passing tray, “everyone here is trying to figure out whether you’re a telenovela star undercover at someone’s wedding.”I laughed. “They’re probably guessing that about you. You’re way too charismatic to be just some
Only the Second Best the second plate, not the first love
I knocked on Geraldo’s apartment door with one hand, while the other trembled slightly, either from nerves or the fact that I was wearing five-centimeter heels I hadn’t worn in ages.Inside, the soft sound of acoustic guitar floated through the air. Not jazz, not trendy pop. But classical Latin music, like the kind you hear on a late afternoon in San Miguel de Allende. My grandmother’s house.Geraldo opened the door still wearing an apron, his dark hair slightly tousled, and his smile... God, that smile was as warm as an open oven. His hazel eyes scanned me from head to toe, and for a moment, he was silent.“Dios mío,” he murmured. “You look like… something that just made me forget which spice I just added.”I laughed, a little shy. “You sure you can cook in this condition?”He raised an eyebrow. “I could cook during a blackout. But if you sit too close… it might accidentally turn into dessert.”Okay. That was cheesy.But somehow, I didn’t mind it.His apartment was simple but warm. A
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