“No! The pretty ivory nursing bra you got to wear under your wedding dress will be fine! It will look like part of the set!”
Even the sales clerk had chimed in how pretty it’d look on me, but she didn’t really count because I knew she just wanted the sale.
I slipped the loose-fitting, sheer, silk and lace over my bra and pulled on the matching panties, then smoothed the imaginary wrinkles away as I looked at myself in the mirror.
Okay, not bad.
Kristy had told me to be sure to put my tiara and glittery wedding pumps on, too, but I decided I was being brave enough with this.
All right, Jess. Channel your inner hot girl and go knock his socks off!
Or something like that.
****
Alan
I popped the champagne cork literally the second Jessica walked out of the closet. She looked so damn sexy, I didn’t even notice that the bubbly spilled out the top and onto the floor.
“Damn, baby. You look fucking hot.”
Her cheeks went pink like they always did whenever she was nervous, flustered, or, as I’d recently discovered, excited.
“I feel silly.”
“Uh uh.” I shut that shit down right there. “You are a goddamn goddess.”
And I was going to worship her. All. Night. Long.
She turned and disappeared into the bathroom, and for a second I thought she was going to change, but she came right back out with a towel and threw it on the floor on the spilled champagne.
She moved to kneel, like she was going to wipe it up, but I commanded, “Leave it. I’ll clean it up later.”
I lifted the bottle higher and asked, “Do you want a glass?”
“Yes, please!”
After filling two flutes a little over halfway, I put the bottle in the ice bucket, handed her one and raised mine to make a toast.
“To the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. Thank you for marrying me.”
I clinked my glass against hers and took a sip, but she didn’t drink. Instead, she whispered, “I’m the one who should be thankingyoufor marryingme.”
Yeah, not even close.
“How about we just agree that we’re fortunate to have married each other?”
That brought a smile to her face.
“Okay,” she said as she clinked her glass against mine and finally took a sip.
She let out a giggle and touched her fingers to her nose and mouth. “Oh! That tickles!”
I couldn’t help but smile. I loved that I was going to be the one she’d experience all her future firsts with.
I set my glass down and reached for her hand, telling her, “Don’t drink it too fast! You didn’t eat very much at the reception.”
She took another drink then replied, “I was able to grab a bite here and there. I didn’t get a chance to ask you if you liked the cake.”
