All Chapters of You're My Guilty Pleasure: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

PENELOPEI turned in front of the mirror, once again adjusting the fabric of my delicate wedding dress, a beautiful blue and white creation that seemed to shimmer with every movement. The dress hugged my curves perfectly, the intricate lace and silk flowing elegantly down to the floor. I couldn’t help but smile as I admired how the design highlighted my figure, the soft blue reminding me of serene skies on a perfect day. “Looks like someone’s excited,” Fina teased, her voice light and playful as she stepped up behind me, her fingers gently brushing my shoulder. Her mischievous green eyes sparkled with amusement, and I felt the warmth of a blush creeping up my neck as I turned to meet her gaze. “Don’t tease her, Fin," Mom’s voice echoed softly through the room. I watched as she stepped in, her eyes softening with emotion as she looked at me. “Mom!” I exclaimed, my voice cracking slightly with the rush of emotions. I couldn’t contain the overwhelming mix of excitement, nervousness,

Slightly 18+RainI wake up feeling… different. I stare at the ceiling for a while, then sit up and take a deep breath.Alex isn’t beside me. He must’ve gotten up early.I stand and walk over to the window. The sound of waves crashing on the shore is soothing, almost like a piece of art. Why do I always feel like I have questions I can't answer? Is this real? What am I looking for? Why do I question everything?I walk into the bathroom and freshen up, taking my time with my morning routine. After washing my face with a refreshing cleanser, I apply a thin layer of CeraVe Hydrating Serum and follow up with Neutrogena Hydro Boost Water Gel for moisture. My skin feels soft and rejuvenated. I add a light layer of Fenty Beauty Pro Filt'r Soft Matte Longwear Foundation to even out my complexion, then finish with a sweep of NARS Orgasm Blush and a touch of highlighter to give my skin a dewy glow.I glance at the mirror as I dab on a bit of mascara and a nude lipstick from Charlotte Tilbury’s

RAINWe drove along the rugged dirt road in Uncle Wart car, the tires crunching over the gravel as we made our way toward Auntie Lori's house. Every bump sent a jolt through the vehicle, and I clung tightly to my duffle bag, worried it might tumble off my lap. The cool night breeze slipped through the slight crack in the window, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and pine. The moon, bright and full, illuminated the uneven road ahead, casting long shadows from the towering trees that lined the path.Just hours ago, I had been in Alex’s office. While he worked at his desk, I busied myself browsing through the books on his mahogany shelf, occasionally glancing at him as he typed away, his brow furrowed in concentration. Lunchtime came, and we shared a meal of homemade lasagna that he proudly cooked himself. The room had been filled with laughter, the kind of effortless joy I rarely experienced. But that lightness evaporated the moment his phone rang.I noticed the change in h