As the day of your wedding day finally arrived, you stood in your assigned room, getting ready in your breathtaking reception’s gown. The ceremony had taken place in one of the most beautiful places in Italy. Garda’s lake, your dream finally coming to reality.

You watched the guests find their tables, some chatting, some admiring the elegant and simple arrangement you and Simon had chosen for the special occasion. Speaking of which.. you arranged a silly surprise for the groom, something very intimate and private, leaving him with anticipated thoughts about the following honeymoon.

Every now and then, your bridesmaids would approach him and sneak a polaroid boudoir picture of you in his hands, only for him to see and admire.

After the third one, he had to take a moment to calm down. Flexing his hands, in and out, he heaved out a sigh and slightly loosened the tie around his neck, before his eyes fell on you; looking so beautiful and mature in your gown, making your way to him with that ‘innocent’ smile. “You’re going to be the end of me.” He muttered under his breath, with long strides approaching you.

He circled your waist with an arm and leaned down to whisper into your ear, holding an amusing and husky tone, “What kind of a silly game did you pull out, eh?”