It was the sa scene that I saw every Sunday. Groups of well-dressed people scattered around the front entrance to the grand Cathedral.
My stomach twisted slightly as the driver parked to let us out at the front entrance. Today would be the day I had to tell Lucas about my decision.
Worry and guilt spread through . I didn’t doubt my decision to choose Christian, but the thought of hurting Lucas pained . He was much too kind and deserved soone as bright and kind as he was.
I stepped out of the limousine, maintaining a fixed distance behind the rest of my family. There were many eyes on us, and soon a whole group of people surrounded my parents, asking about the soon-to-be wedding.
"I was so surprised when I received the sudden invitation. Will you have enough ti to plan everything?" one of the madams asked my mother.
"Yes," she smiled brightly. "These kids are so in love that they couldn’t wait any longer. Christian personally told not to worry about any costs for last-minute booking, he would cover them all."
My mother was beaming with joy as more and more madams congratulated her and Morgan.
"Oh, I’m so excited. To be honest, I never thought the serious CEO Vittoria would ever marry for love. But hearing you speak about him this way paints a picture of how wonderful your daughter really is!"
The woman who spoke was old enough to be a grandmother and was a prominent woman in the upper circle. A lot of the won in my mother’s age group deeply respected her opinion, so her flattering words ant a lot to the family.
My mother bead. She thanked the woman more than once to make sure that all of the surrounding won heard her.
The younger ladies all surrounded Morgan to congratulate her. Most of them were green with envy, but were too prideful to show it. Instead, they continued to prod and ask Morgan about any intimate monts she had with Christian.
In a hushed voice, Morgan smiled shyly. "He’s a great kisser. And he can never seem to get enough," she said cryptically.
I stood just close enough to hear her spew such convincing lies and shook my head.
He is a great kisser. And you certainly got the part about him never seeming to get enough right.
My mind went straight to how he kept awake all night, filling with his cum over and over again.
All of the surrounding ladies blushed at Morgan’s innuendo. The jealous ones clenched their fists with anger.
I stood quietly and watched as Morgan began to creatively disclose her fantasies to the others. I called them fantasies because none of these things were true or had actually happened.
In fact, she ca up with such an elaborate story about their magnetic connection on the night of her engagent party that I had to hold back from bursting out into laughter.
"You wouldn’t believe it. He waited for behind the tall rosebushes. Just as I arrived, he pulled into his arms and kissed . We continued to kiss for what felt like an hour, but even when people were calling for us, he refused to let go."
"Ahh!" a few of the ladies squealed. Most of their faces were bright red from the excitent of Morgan’s story. I was the only one in the group who found it comical.
Ah, but you missed the part where your younger sister sucked him off right before.
Of course, the kissing wasn’t real either. I watched them make their way back to the party with my own eyes that night. Plus, I doubted that Christian had any other thoughts outside of after what I had done.
Morgan’s stories beca wilder and wilder, and soon I began to lose interest. My eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for the angelic blonde who always wore a cream colored suit.
It was difficult to see through the sea of people, and I couldn’t find him before the church bells rang and the doors opened.
I followed the crowd inside, upset that I didn’t have a chance to speak with Lucas before the service started.
Maybe I’ll have so ti after?
It was only after I sat down in my usual seat that I got a glimpse of the golden waves I’ve been looking for.
Lucas sat on the opposite side of the Cathedral this ti, but his smiling eyes were on . He tilted his head, greeting with warmth and happiness.
I returned the greeting with a nod of my own.
He probably sat over there out of respect for . He most likely felt that I would feel uncomfortable if he sat beside like he had in the past.
His morals were worthy of an award. If there were more people like him in the world, it would be a much better place.
A sense of discomfort circled inside of , but I steeled my resolve.
It wouldn’t be fair for not to tell him. He will be at the wedding, and I don’t want him to find out that way.
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As soon as the service ended, I weaved through the crowd to find Lucas. I only had a limited amount of ti before my family left back ho, so I rushed to make it over to him.
"Hey, Leslie. It’s wonderful to see you today. It feels like it’s been forever," he said shyly.
I smiled, but my stomach twisted. "Hi, Lucas. I was hoping to talk to you. Could we go sowhere more private for a mont?"
His expression stiffened slightly, but he nodded and led through the crowd to a small side room.
"No one should bother us here. Feel free to say anything you want."
His smile was as pure as his eyes. My chest tightened slightly as I searched for the correct words to say.
He noticed my hesitation, and his expression quickly turned to one of concern.
"Leslie, what’s wrong. Did sothing happen?" he asked. "Whatever it is, you can tell ."
A lot happened....
My eyes lingered on the ground. I didn’t even have the courage to look up at him.
No. I have to. He deserves all of the respect that he’s shown .
I wouldn’t allow myself to shy away. He deserved more than just a simple excuse.
"Lucas. I’ve thought about what you said to . Our ti together has brought nothing but happiness and comfort, and for that I’m very grateful. But I cannot accept your feelings, I’m sorry."
His face froze, and I could visibly see the hurt deep in his eyes. His lips quivered slightly as he looked at with a gut-wrenching hurt.
"Leslie, was it sothing I did? Did I overstep and make you uncomfortable?"
"Lucas," I said, snapping him out of his trance. "You did nothing at all. In fact, you made question a lot of my decisions and feelings. You’ve been nothing but respectful, and I will always admire you for that."
I took another deep breath.
"The truth is that I already have soone in my heart. I’ve been in love with this person for a while now, and the feelings are mutual. This is the truth."
Lucas nodded, and a few monts later, he lifted his head and smiled at . His smile was overly bright. Blinding. But behind the beautiful smile, I could feel the pain.
"I understand, Leslie. Thank you for telling ."
Clenching the skirt of my dress, I nodded. "You deserve to know the truth. I’m sorry, Lucas."
There were so many things I wanted to say. Things like ’we can still be friends’ or ’I would love to continue painting with you’, but none of those were fair to him.
What I truly wished was for him to find a love as blinding and beautiful as he was.
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