Bella
I held up a piece of
dental floss. I blinked at it. “What is this?” I asked, looking at Rachel, who
had given me the piece of string I held between my fingers.
“It’s a bikini,”
Rachel said. “To wear while you’re on your honeymoon. Or not wear.”
“It won’t cover a
damn thing, Rachel,” I coughed. “You realize that when I get married in three
days, I won’t just be Isabella Swan. I’ll be a princess. I need to have
decorum, or some shit. I can’t be walking around wearing dental floss with half
of my ass hanging out.”
The bikini was
snatched from my hands. Heidi arched a brow. “I’ll pack it, Miss Rachel,” she
smirked.
“I don’t think the
queen would approve, Heidi,” I sighed.
“She’s not going on
your honeymoon, Lady Bella. I can also say that your privacy will be closely
guarded,” Heidi giggled, gliding out of the room.
“Open mine next,
Bella,” Linda said, putting a beautifully wrapped gift onto my lap. “It’s
nothing like Rachel’s gift, but I think you’ll like it.”
I smiled, tearing
out the tissue paper and opening the card. It was very sweet and loving, making
my heart lurch for my mother. Linda had made my father happy. She was stepping
in as a mother figure in my life, but she wasn’t my mom. I put the card to the
side, hugging Linda. She swayed us gently, whispering in my ear. “I know you’re
happy with Masen, but I see how much you miss your mom.”
“Linda …” I
muttered.
“We’ll talk after everyone
leaves, sweetheart,” she smiled, brushing my hair away from my face. She kissed
my cheeks before settling back down next to Leah. I wiped my cheeks and pulled
out an exquisite white lace nightie and matching lingerie. “I wasn’t sure if
you had something to wear underneath your dresses or to wear on your wedding
night.”
I had something, but
this was so much better. “This is perfect, Linda,” I said, running my hands
over the sheer chiffon skirt of the nightie. “It’s innocent, but sexy. Thank
you.” She waved her hand, giving me a bright smile.
When I was done
opening the presents, all sexy lingerie or risqué swimwear, we sat down at the
dining room table to enjoy some dinner and wine. Angela wanted to arrange for a
stripper, but I refused since of the whole decorum thing. Instead, we were
having a lavish meal and what Angela described as a lingerie shower. It was
something quiet and low-key, which was exactly what I needed. With the wedding
and everything leading up to it, I was beyond stressed.
After dinner, everyone offered me
marital advice. Some of it was valid. That came from Heidi and Linda. Some of
it was downright raunchy. Rachel, Leah and Angela delivered that raunchy
advice. I turned into a tomato, knowing that the raunchy advice had been taken
and delivered.
That morning and quite frequently.
You know how some couples have a
sexbargo before their wedding? Not Masen and me. He was insistent on practicing
for the honeymoon. I was on board for that plan.
Angela
Linda
Rachel
Rosalie
Leah
