Alicia Wilson was left sitted on her bed, her eyes roaming around and about the room. She was going to meet her groom and his family today. Her dad decided to this marriage because he thinks she's suitable enough and needed to be with her in-laws. She had been a good daughter so far and needed to leave so that the rest of her sisters could take over. Alicia stood up as her hand gripped a handful of her icy blue dress. She walked over to the window and pulled on the pink tinted curtains revealing the vast of green grasses displayed on the outskirts of the horizon. What would become of her? will her groom be a good man? will her in-laws treat her well? thoughts ran freely through her mind. She had dreamt of finding her true love, she didn't believe she would get married this way, but she had to do it for the happiness of her family.Alicia actually had a really real connection with this big room of hers, and couldn't believe that in a day time, she would be leaving for good. Her dad Di

It was a good day,Alicia was sitted by the makeup table after her wonderful and luxurious petal bath. Her skin was soothed already by that one bath, she felt an overall calmness within her internal body. Even her skin seemed to smoothen even more, her texture flooding with brass coolness. She stared into the mirror as her reflection appeared in it, her black as midnight hair was tied up elegantly in a bun so that the wedding veil would hang freely over her head. It was the day she dreaded the most, her wedding; especially to Samson.Her bridesmaids were getting her ready for the ceremony as they applied light make-up to her face making it more of a less beautification so that she wouldn't appear as a clown in front of her groom. She stood up to the elegant white gown bobbing out overly excited for the day at hand, it's color was a pure white. A part of Alicia wasn't satisfied with her looks especially when she knew that the man she was getting married to was a bitter type. She wante

Alicia Wilson felt the car screech to a halt. This ride had taken a toll on her because, her phone which she had used deliberately to busy herself with just in case it gets boring, was powered off due to low battery. Also, Samson just kept mute as if he was a kind of mime who had sworn to himself never to speak so during the rest of the journey she only felt bored and sleepy. So she was glad that the boring ride was finally over.She gently stepped out of the vehicle. Preventing herself from falling, with the thought of the kind of gown endowed on her. Obviously, she was cladded still on her wedding attire and the material was hiding all of her legs. It was large, busty and flowing elegantly that if she isn't careful and one mistake might make her tumble over. She might fall flat on her face because, the gown would give her no chance to improvise.Over that material, the material was made of a sheer lace that was embroidered with a mix of Swarovski crystal rhinostones, and diamantes.

"Any problem?"Alicia's voice brought him back from his unceremonious worry that was plastered put on his face earlier which sank him deeply into the thick world of thoughts. She found his attitude somewhat strange because, someone like him who differ from any other man she knows is a type to not worry about anything. Infact his motto was anger and coldness, if you have noticed Samson did not only vent his anger and exclude his coldness to only Alicia but anyone who concurrently stands in his way without anything trivial to offer he unleashes. But now instead of his regular cold look and stupendous anger was replaced with atom of worry and self control disorder and the worst part was that Samson didn't hide the expression completely. It was overly visible to behold and that got Alicia worried in the time being seeing him look so worried. But after she had asked him if there was any problem, everything was gone. Every emotions suddenly vanished as if she had been imagining it all the w

"Please Annabelle, take me to Samson's room. Dismiss the maids because I won't be needing them, please." Alicia said trying to sound apologetic as Annabelle kept sighing."Fine..." Annabelle muttered, and just with the wave of her hands, the maids were dismissed and Alicia heaved. She didn't like the idea of wanting maids following her about, secondly helping her bath. Isn't that something everyone must do themselves, it's going to be a shame if maids bath her so Alicia shook her head. She began to wonder if maids do bath Samson, she started wondering whether or not to ask Annabelle that one question bugging her. So finally she gave in to the urge to ask."Annabelle, does Samson allow his maids to bath and dress him?!" Annabelle was rendered awe-stricken by the question and she coughed slightly, indicating the power merging of that question she had just asked. "Ahem..." Annabelle cleared her throat. "Well, Samson is just like you. He also refused to the fact of letting maids bath a