Bonus Scene Four

Bonus Scene Four

Kiara

“Are you sure you don’t want to drink wine?” Katherine asked, shuffling her gorgeous navy blue bridesmaid dress. “I even snuck in a bottle of gin for you.”

Anya shot her a warning look and walked up to stand beside me. She looked stunning with her features sharp, her silky black hair woven in a low bun. “Do you need anything, Kiara?”

“No, thank you, Anya. I am feeling a little overwhelmed wearing this dress. It feels unreal,” I ended with a nervous chuckle, my hands smoothening over the white satin of the wedding dress. It hugged the curves of my body and even showed little cleavage. It was modest, but it was stunning. I felt beautiful in it.

Anya squeezed my shoulder in reassurance while Katherine told me to take a small gulp of gin. They both started talking about how it was not a good idea for the bride to reek of alcohol on her wedding day, moments before she walks down the aisle. I was too distracted by the nervous flutter in my belly, knowing that I was