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It was a beautiful day for a wedding.

The sun was high in the sky on a gorgeous day in June. The nearby mountains showed a hint of snow from the weekend’s rainstorm, and a hushed breeze streamed through the trees near the meadow where a fairytale wedding would soon take place. The blushing bride was nowhere to be seen, but a gaggle of wedding guests had made their way from the highway pullout and were walking towards the white chairs set up in the bright green clearing. A dazzle of blue Indian Paintbrush flowers circled the wedding site, almost as if it were planned that way. And at the edge of the meadow, a small gazebo stood decorated with giant sprays of baby’s breath and tiny pink tea roses awaiting the happy couple.

The groom, Paul, walked anxiously among his guests, trying to keep his eyes down in case his fiancée suddenly appeared. He was tall and handsome and resembled Prince William. People often joked that he and his soon to be wife, Rosa, were the American Will and Kate. He was blonde, an Air Force captain, and she was a lovely brunette who taught elementary school and baked wedding and special occasion cakes as a side business. She had her mother’s exotic Latina looks. Both Paul and Rosa came from prominent families who were well-to-do. They were an all American couple, and many people were excited to see them get married.

Rosa sat in a bed n breakfast hotel a couple of miles up the road. It had been Paul’s idea to get married in the middle of nowhere, and while she didn’t mind the seclusion, it had been hard to get everything up the mountains and ready for such a big wedding. But she finally sat on the bed, clad in nothing but her bridal lingerie: white 36D push up bra, white lace thong panties, white lace stockings, and a bright red garter belt. The belt had been her idea, much to the chagrin of her mom. It did look slightly trashy when she looked at herself in the mirror, but who was gonna know?

A loud truck pulled into the parking lot; Rosa peeked out of her window to see who it was. The truck door slammed and a tall man with dark hair got out. She immediately pulled back from the mirror, biting her full lower lip. It was Paul’s best man, Nick.

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