AURELIO I stood at the altar with Vincenzo as my witness, waiting for Lucie Evans to walk in, accompanied by her father who will "give her away" to me. As the chapel door slid open, I first took notice of her father as they stepped into the church. I watched my soon-to-be wife walk down the aisle with her dad. Nothing had prepared me for the effect of seeing her in her wedding dress, looking more stunning than ever. As they drew near, I realized that she wasn't just stunning---- she was dead beautiful. She looked ethereal, fragile, and almost innocent. My gaze lingered on her as she strode toward me. She has a slender body with beautiful silky skin. Her eyes were big and sapphire. Her hair was naturally brown. She has a triangle shape- a small bust, narrow shoulders, and full hips. I kept staring at her with slow assessment. She wore an elegant wedding dress with a strapless neckline and long sleeves. An iconic dress in tulle embellished with all-over floral embroide

AURELIOWhat was I doing watching her sleep peacefully? I thought of how my treacherous body navigated toward Her. I envisioned her exquisite body curled up against my body rather than the seat she lay on. I couldn't deny how beautiful and gracious she looked when I saw her standing close to her father and Mamma.The spaghetti Strap Button sundress she was dressed in really accentuated her beauty, and her subtle floral and vanilla scent intoxicated me, urging me to breathe in her scent. I'm still shocked and couldn't believe she woke up to me staring down at her mouth and wondering what it would be like to kiss her again. "You know, I don't understand you" her voice, drew me out of my thought. "What don't you understand," I asked carefully, trying to understand what she is driving at.She turned to face me, "why do you act cold to me every time", stopping to drink from the glass of water, she had requested before carrying on, "I don't get it. You act nice to ever

LUCYI slowly stirred awake, wondering where I was for a moment before the memories of the last couple of hours came flooding back. My stomach growled loudly, making me realize I was devilishly hungry. I felt too lazy to get out of the comfortable bed---Bed? Why am I on a bed? I thought alarmingly. I closed my eyes, trying to recall leaving the sofa but no memory came. I knew I certainly don't sleepwalk, so how did I get here? "Aurelio!" It came out of my mouth immediately I made a mental conclusion. I froze as I slowly remembered I only had a bathrobe with a matchless white bra and girlish pink strawberry panties on. I groaned into the pillow. What if he had seen them? I couldn't imagine how Mr. Arrogant Billionaire must have felt about his wife putting on childish undergarments. I know he already regretted the fact that he married someone who is nothing like the endless ' sophisticated' females he had affairs with. I'm aware I am beautiful but not li