Michelle couldn't believe it was finally her wedding eve. She had closed work early to squeeze in a visit to the dress boutique, and as she pulled up, Damien was already there, tapping his foot and checking his watch.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," Michelle said, rushing out of the car.
Damien chuckled, pulling her into a hug. "You're only two minutes late, babe."
They exchanged a warm smile, and the boutique attendants welcomed them with open arms. "Miss Michelle, the VIP dream wedding dress is waiting for you!"
Michelle's eyes widened as they led her to the dress. When it was unveiled, she gasped. The white sleeveless ruffly ball gown shimmered under the lights, exactly as she'd dreamed. A shiny white veil and clear high heels completed the look.
Without hesitation, Michelle slipped into the dress, and when she caught her reflection, a tear rolled down her cheek. She beamed, her smile radiant. The attendant cooed, "You're stunning! Why the don't you go show the husband-to-be?"
Damien looked up, and his eyes locked onto Michelle. His jaw dropped.
"It looks perfect on you, my beautiful chick." She twirled in the outfit and thanked the attendant.
~~~FLORES CORP~~~
Isabella's fingers froze on the keyboard as her phone's ringtone cut through the office chatter. She snatched it up, a smile creeping onto her face.
"Hey, Rafael!"
"Hi, gorgeous. Whatcha doing?" Rafael asked, his smooth voice from the other end.
Isabella leaned back in her chair.
"Nothing much, I'm just trying to meet up with the deadline."
"Okay. But don't overwork yourself. Your best friend literally owns the company. You have nothing to be worried about."
"I make my own deadline, Rafael. I'm tackling my procrastinating issues." Rafael laughed heartily.
"That's cool. Tomorrow's the wedding, is it?"
"Yeah!" Isabella exclaimed happily.
"And I'm taking the first flight. I'm the best man and I can't miss it for the world. Plus, I haven't seen you in ages. I wanna see your pretty face." Isabella softened.
"Aww, that's really sweet. I'll look my best for you, then."
"You have to. It's your friend's wedding."
"I can't wait to see you, babe. I'll be counting down!" Isabella said with warm cheeks.
"Ah, I better end this call and finish up something then." He reluctantly wrapped up the call.
"Okay, babe. Bye, I love you!"
"I love you too...so damn much." Rafael hung up and Isabella faced her computer.
~~~NEXT DAY~~~
"Miguel?"
"Miguel??!!" Gabriela walked into the kitchen and smiled when she saw him cooking.
"You're here. What's for breakfast?" She went behind him and leaned over his shoulder.
"Something delicious. A new recipe I found."
"Oh." Gabriela oohed in wonder.
"Can't wait to taste it." Gabriela sat on the countertop and watched him with a smile, her head titled to a side.
"You're such a pookie." Gabriela said cheerfully.
"It's your sister's wedding. You shouldn't be here cooking for me."
"And it's your friend's wedding. You shouldn't be here staring at me." Gabriela chuckled.
"It's just 6pm. We shouldn't get there so fast, yunno? Diana is the maid of honor and she'll monitor Michelle's dressup process. You should probably get a makeover." Miguel suggested.
Gabriela nodded in approval.
"Totally. Then I should get that done before it's too late!"
Gabriela lounged on the plush couch, feeling like royalty as the spa attendants worked their magic. A quick facial, a splash of moisturizer, and a five-minute massage later, she was beaming. "Perfect, thanks!" she said, dismissing them with a wave.
Next up, her makeup artists took the stage, transforming her into a vision of bold, traditional glamour. Bold red lips, smoky eyes, and a radiant glow – Gabriela looked like an ancient Latina goddess. Her hair was swept up into a lush bun, adorned with a vibrant tropical headband.
The finishing touches: a flowery summer sleeveless top, that revealed her belly which was decorated with the best in her belly chain collection, matching pants, and heel boots that made her feel special. She was the girl boss, ready to slay the day.
When Miguel arrived, they did a double take. They were a matching pair, his tropical-inspired shirt and pants perfectly complementing Gabriela's look.
Together, they slid into the car, ready to make an unforgettable entrance at the wedding venue.
The tropical resort's beachside setting was straight out of a fairy tale. As Michelle finalized her look, she barely recognized the princess in the mirror. The shimmering ball gown, the neat curls, and that radiant smile – she was glowing.
Diana, her maid of honor, dramatically draped the veil over Michelle's face, whispering, "Beautiful is such an understatement, Michelle! My brother's gonna lose it."
Michelle blushed, her smile infectious. The women around her couldn't help but grin as they fussed over the final details.
Just then, someone knocked gently on the door and pushed it open.
"Mom!" Michelle rose up seeing her mom.
Michelle's mom was speechless for a moment.
"My dear. You look so stunning. I'm so proud of you." She went to hold her daughter and she couldn't control the tears that rolled down her cheeks.
"Mom, don't cry, please. You'll ruin your makeup." Michelle's joy was boundless.
Her mom sniffed and wiped her tears gently with a face towel.
"Damien is such a great guy. I will never regret giving you to him." Michelle shook her head.
"We'll never regret it. He's been...he's been the best." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
The ladies watched them in awe, exchanging glances.
"My dear, please do not break any of the promises you'll make to your husband this day. He loves you so much. You shouldn't take that love for granted."
"I won't, Mom. I won't." She pulled her daughter in for a tight hug.
"I'll miss you so much, baby. I'll miss you."
"Don't worry, Mom. I'll call you everyday."
"I wish you a blissful marriage, Michelle." Michelle finally broke the hug.
"By the way, your dad has arrived. Gabriela and Miguel are also outside. I'm sure they can't wait to see you."
"Here's your bouquet, Miss. Jackson." One of the ladies handed to Michelle.
"Ooh, you mean 'here's your bouquet, Mrs. White'? Diana imitated, giving Michelle a mischievous look and they all laughed heartily.
The music swelled as Michelle stepped into the resort's elegant hall, her father, Mr. Jackson, beaming beside her. Petals rained down, and the room erupted in applause. Michelle's eyes scanned the crowd, locking onto familiar faces: Gabriela's encouraging smile, Miguel, Isabella, Carissa, and her mom, all radiating joy.
Cameras clicked and live videos captured the moment as she made her way down the aisle. Damien stood tall, a nervous grin on his face, with the priest beside him.
As Michelle reached the altar, Mr. Jackson placed her hand in Damien's, his eyes misty. "Take care of this little girl," he whispered, before taking his seat.
Damien's grip on Michelle's hand was warm and steady. He gazed at her, his eyes drinking in the vision in white.
The priest's voice was warm as he led them through the vows: "To love and cherish, in joy and in sorrow, till death do us part..."
Damien's eyes locked onto Michelle's as he slipped the ring onto her finger.
"Michelle Jackson, my love, you light up my world. I promise to love you, support you, and make you laugh every day."
Michelle's voice trembled as she slid the ring onto Damien's finger. "Damien White, I promise to stand by you, through every high and low, and make our love a never-ending story."
The priest smiled. "Damien, you may raise the veil and kiss your bride."
Damien's hands trembled slightly as he lifted the veil, revealing Michelle's radiant smile. He was captivated by her beauty.
"Girl, you're my wife now," he whispered, cupping her cheeks.
Michelle's eyes sparkled. "Help yourself, hubby," she whispered back, her lips parting.
Damien smirked, his lips claiming hers in a tender, endearing kiss. The room erupted into cheers and applause as they shared their first kiss as a married couple.
"I present to you, Mr and Mrs. White!"
After that, they proceeded to the cake cutting and it was a mess.
Without announcement, Michelle threw the bouquet and Gabriela caught it effortlessly.
The guests roared and Gabriela's heart danced with joy as she exchanged glances with the bride and her other friends.
Lumi's Kitchen team finally arrived and presented her a kitchenware set for her wedding present.
~~~
Gabriela stood on the rooftop, the city lights twinkling behind her as she raised her glass. "To Flores Corp, to innovation, and to the incredible team that's made this possible – thank you!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, clapping and whistles as Gabriela beamed, her smile radiant. Her love life with Miguel was blooming, and she had no issues balancing work and romance.
Life was treating her well. She'd catch up with Michelle and Damien, go out with the girls – Isabella, Diana, and Carissa – or chill with Miguel. The perfect blend.
Two years flew by, and Isabella got posted to Italy. "Time to go be with your man, Bella!" Gabriela teased, as they hugged goodbye.
Gabriela's social media was still on fire, her stunning face and confident aura captivating the internet.
Then, Miguel planned the perfect proposal – a secluded island, sunset, and a diamond ring.
"Will you spend forever with me, Gaby?"
Gabriela squealed, tears of joy streaming down her face.
"Yes, yes, a million times yes!"
Their engagement dinner at Lumi's Kitchen was pure magic, with Mr. Jackson joining and Michelle serving up mouth-watering meals.
Gabriela's smooth sailing life was a testament to her confidence and capability as the heiress of Flores Corp.
And then, she announced their wedding date... The internet went wild.
Gabriela's eyes sparkled as she slipped into her stunning wedding dress – a sleeveless, tight-fitting gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her veil was delicately placed on her bun, and multimillion-dollar jewels sparkled on her neck, wrists, and fingers.
Isabella, beaming in her maid of honor dress, adjusted Gabriela's veil and smiled. "You look breathtaking, Gaby!"
Cameras clicked and whired as Gabriela made her way to the mirror, her father and Daniela waiting outside the door.
When he saw her, his eyes welled up.
"My pretty daughter is finally getting married," he whispered, his voice cracking with nostalgia.
Gabriela's eyes shone with happy tears as her father took her hand. He wished, in that moment, that his wife was there to see their daughter tying the knot with the love of her life.
"I've never been more sure," he told himself, his heart swelling with pride. "I'm giving my precious daughter to the right man."
"You're so pretty, Gaby!" Daniela gushed with excitement.
With a deep breath, he led Gabriela out of the room, the cameras capturing every moment of their emotional walk.
Miguel was standing on the altar with the priest and Rafael, waiting for his bride.
He was looking dashing in his groom suit, anticipating Gabriela's arrival.
When he heard the music drawing closer, his eyes fixed forward, he saw Gabriela and her dad walking towards them.
Mr. Flores held his head high with pride.
Business associates, friends, family, workers and well-wishers were present at the wedding of the Flores Corp heiress.
This was it.
When she saw Miguel staring at her so lovingly, she felt herself blush.
After the exchange of vows and rings, the two were finally presented as a couple after their kiss.
Miguel woke up to the aroma of sizzling spices and the sound of sizzling pans. He rubbed his eyes, taking in the sight of Gabriela, his wife of just a day, cooking up a storm in their cozy kitchen. He smiled, feeling like the luckiest guy alive.
"What's for breakfast, love?" he asked, padding over to wrap his arms around her waist.
Gabriela giggled, leaning into his hug. "Jianbing, my love," she said, referring to the popular Chinese breakfast dish.
Miguel's eyes lit up. "Hmm, sounds delicious," he said, nuzzling her neck.
As they exchanged pecks and hugs, Gabriela asked, "Hey, how was your project presentation yesterday? You didn't tell me much about it."
Miguel's face lit up. "It went great! The client loved the design and we're moving forward with the campaign."
Gabriela beamed. "That's amazing! What's the next step?"
Miguel grabbed a spatula to help with the cooking. "I need to finalize the budget and send over the contract. I'll get that done today."
Together, they served up steaming plates of Jianbing, crispy crepes filled with eggs, veggies, and spicy sauce. They sat down, clamping hands, and dug in.
"Mmm, this is amazing," Miguel said, taking a bite.
Gabriela smiled. "Told you it'd be a hit."
As they ate, they discussed their day, ready to tackle their routines.
~~~~NIGHTTIME~~~~
Miguel opened the room's door and a fresh floral and honey scent welcomed him.
Gabriela was sitting on the bed, her long ponytail strands in between her fingers, playing with her hair. She was wearing a black bikini and her dark makeup and red lips made her look so tempting.
She was staring right into Miguel's soul and he smirked, his eyes narrowing to her cleavage.
Gabriela's hands traveled to her boobs and she caressed them, tilting her head to one side.
Her fingers went down from her nipples which were already hard from wanting his touch, to her hips, then her wetness, dripping of desperate need.
He walked towards her with a smile.
"I didn't know you were so good at touching yourself."
Without notice, she unstrapped her bra and it fell on her thighs, revealing her large tits.
Before she could do anything else, he lifted her, grabbing her ass and placed her on the ground.
He buried his head in the valley of her breasts, sucking her until the room was filled with her moans.
He hurriedly stripped, took off her panty and drove himself into her insanely.
Gabriela's fingers were wrapped around his neck, screaming and begging for more - and more.
Gabriela wrapped her thighs around his torso, and he went deeper until she was breathless.
Miguel loved to see her looking so sweaty, yelling his name and pleading.
Her head spun at every thrust and it felt like a blow of pleasure each time he went in and filled her with his seed.
He pulled out abruptly and went to lay flat on his back on the bed.
He was too tired to continue and Gabriela seemed like she was going to faint anytime soon.
She stood up and went to him, lying on top and caressing him all over.
He squeezed her ass and she cursed in his mouth when he crashed his lips on hers.
The rest of the night was just them - their groans and their love.