A Royal Wedding
Raven
The wedding of the decade had arrived, and guests from all corners of the country were teeming into the King’s territory for the occasion.
Women in glamourous gowns from the latest designers and men in custom-tailored suits and tuxes were pouring into the grand open grounds below.
My heart was racing as I stared out of the huge windows at the stunning, breath-taking view down below.
It was magical.
To the left was the table set for the reception dinner, decorated impressively.
More guests would arrive later for the reception.
Round tables were covered in blush-coloured tablecloths with matching chairs, garlands of ivory flowers, and ribbons of white fabric created a roof above.
To the far side were the dance floor and the cake.
Right ahead to the right was the aisle with a carpet of the palest shades of pink and white roses leading from the entrance of the mansion all the way up to the dais, where they would take their vows.
Above it, ribbons of white fabric were draped like a roof above the seats for the guest. Glass tables at the edge of the rows held vases of pale pink roses and garlands of green vines dangled from the ceiling similar to the eating area with chandeliers glittering in the centre.
To the side was the string quartet that would be playing the music for the ceremony. Magical.
“It’s perfect, Kia,” I murmured in awe, turning to the Queen herself.
The beautician was finishing off her elegant bridal updo, making sure every wave of her hair was in the perfect position.
A few strands framed her face, and she finished by adding the floral hair vine to Kiara’s bun before pinning her veil in.
Kiara smiled at me, her face glowing radiantly.
She wore an ivory, one-sleeved, embroidered dress that was decorated with pearls.
It was a mermaid cut gown with a huge skirt that had a large trail with the same embroidered work as the top of the dress.
She wore pearl earrings, but apart from that, her only jewellery was her engagement ring.
“You look beautiful,” I complimented. She truly did.
“Thank you. It’s really weird that I’m nervous since I’m already Luna, and we are already mated,” she said when the beautician left, leaving us alone. I smiled softly as I walked over to her.
“It’s still a new step,” I said, taking her hand as I crouched down before her. Her acrylic nude nails looked as perfect as the rest of her with their glittery tips.
“Thanks.” She smiled. “You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” I replied, my heart fluttering as I wondered what Liam would think. I had been with Kia since morning, and I missed him.
I was wearing an olive-green, metallic, halter-neck dress with a slit down the centre from the collar to my waist. It was fitted up to the knees and then flared out with crystal detailing around the bodice, neckline, and waist. My back was bare, save for the tattoo of Liam’s name on the left side of my back, which I had gotten recently.
My hair tips had been dyed a deep mauve pink and were up in an elegant updo with olive green flowers in it.
My eye makeup was dramatic with nude lips, and I wore high pencil heels on my feet.
“It’s time,” Uncle El’s voice came.
We both turned to see him, Aunty Red, Liam, and Azura standing there.
My heart skipped a beat when my eyes landed on Liam in a stone-coloured suit with an open button olive green shirt underneath.
His hair was styled to perfection, a single strand flicking over his forehead, and that scar of his made him look even sexier as his blazing cobalt eyes were set on me. Goddess, he was so handsome…
The urge to go over and run my hand down his chest that was teasing me from those open buttons was strong, and I had to fight it. I swallowed hard, my core clenching. The urge to move closer to him and kiss him tempted me, but it was Kia’s day.
Fuck, love… Liam’s voice came through the link.
Yeah… same… you look beyond sexy, Blue Eyes. His intense gaze was making me a little light-headed as he undressed me with his eyes, and I had to blink to remember where we were.
“She looks amazing, right?” I asked, looking down at my glowing queen, my heart thundering.
“She does,” Uncle El agreed. “As do you.”
They walked over to us as Azura stared at Kiara with pure awe on her face. She herself looked gorgeous, like Kiara’s twins. She was in a blush-coloured gown with a trail and some lacework. Pearl buttons went up the back with a bow at the back.
“You look bootiful, Kiawa,” she said, wrapping her arms around her.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Kiara kissed her forehead, smiling at her before I whistled.
“And you, Zuzu, are going to steal the hearts of all the little boys out there.”
“I should hope not,” Uncle El said, frowning slightly. “I keep forgetting that I’m going to have to give her away, too…”
“Oh, baby, not today,” Aunty Red replied, kissing him.
She wore a duck egg-coloured, net embroidered gown with a tulle net skirt, a slit up to her thigh, and one ruched sleeve. Uncle El wore a grey pinstripe suit with a white shirt and black tie, looking almost as handsome as his son, yet was it bad that Liam took sexy to an entirely new level?
Liam walked over to us, pulling me into his arms and cupping the back of my neck as he kissed me deeply.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, my core clenching as his hand grabbed my ass.
Our lips caressed the others’, and he nibbled on my bottom lip before he broke away, pressing his forehead to mine.
His aura swirled around us. I closed my eyes, catching my breath, knowing if we continued, the entire room would smell my arousal and probably see his hard-on…
“Naughty Wiyam,” Azura giggled as she twirled around in front of the floor-length mirror.
I smiled, pulling away and noticing how Uncle El was holding Kiara tightly in his arms. A father’s love, something I didn’t have from my own father, but I got enough from Uncle El. I didn’t feel like I was missing out because I had people who loved me.
“You look beautiful, Kia,” Liam said, making Kiara smile.
“Thanks, Liam,” she said as he hugged her tightly.
“I’m sure Alejandro is going to love it,” Aunty Red replied. “Well, we should get going. It’s almost time.”
“I’m ready!” Azura exclaimed. She was going to be the little flower girl, whilst Dante was the ring bearer. The twins were far too small for the job.
I was Kiara’s maid of honour, but she had allowed me to choose my own clothing and hadn’t set a theme for me.
I loved that girl, as I couldn’t really see myself wearing blush pink.
Liam kissed me once more as we all headed downstairs.
He and Aunty Red headed out first, and we waited until it was our time.
Rayhan
I looked down at my kitten. She looked breathtaking in her strapless, pale blue sequined gown, with a silk layer clinging to her arms, her wintery makeup, and her gorgeous hair styled elegantly.
She looked like a winter queen, and I was all for it.
Her plush pink lips curled up in a small, tempting smile, cupping my face before I leaned down, claiming those lips in a deep kiss.
The tingles of the spark spread through me, waking the desire that she always set ablaze within me.
“Del, we look great, right? Those women have nothing on us,” Raihana murmured, scanning the crowds as Chris pulled her close, kissing her.
“You sure do. Wanna skip the occasion so I can admire you instead?” He whispered to her, and I cocked a brow.
“Really, Chris, we just got here,” I remarked.
I was coordinated with Delsanra in a pale blue suit with a navy shirt underneath, which I had left a few buttons open, and my hair was down.
Raihana was co-ordinated with Delsanra, yet at the same time, was the opposite, in a golden mirrored dress, and her silk top layer spread around her in a rather dramatic way.
Yeah, she just needed a chance to dress up.
Her bronzed skin glowed under the sun, and she reminded me of those golden trophies you won at some sports game or the Oscars or something.
A little too much… but I wouldn’t say that, or she’d skin me alive…
I smirked. Okay, she looked good in a very Raihana way, daring and just needing an excuse to show off, go all out, and be totally extra. Despite being a Luna, she was still known as the Rossi princess.
“Ooo, Uncle’s there! Come on, Del, we need photos with him!” She pulled out of Chris’ hold, much to his disappointment. He was wearing black pants and a waistcoat with a black and gold blazer. He and Raihana really were made for one another…
We walked over to Uncle Al, who was standing there talking to Marcel and Mom.
Mom was carrying Skyla whilst Kataleya was being picked up by Serena, Uncle’s Beta’s mate.
Uncle looked good, dressed in a black tux, his hands in his pockets as he nodded to something Mom was saying.
More than a year and a half had passed since Dad had left us, gone but never forgotten…
Mom was doing okay. She had good days and bad days, but we were all trying to be there for her.
“Uncle, Photos!” Raihana said as she did a twirl. “How do I look?”
“Gorgeous. I’m glad you’re fucking mated,” he remarked, frowning as he glanced around as if making sure no one had their eyes on her. I smirked as Chris nodded in approval.
“Yeah, don’t worry about that. I take good care of her.” He winked at Raihana, and I had to admit it still frustrated me at times, one of your best friends totally flirting with your sister all the damn time. It was awkward, mate or not, and those two were always... handsy.
“Pictures,” Uncle Al said with a nod as one of the photographers came over, “Looking good, spitfire. I can see you two have some theme or some shit going on.”