Niko
As defiant as ever, Bianca attempts to slip her wedding gown down her arms to play with me. Luckily for her, I'm more than willing to play the cat to her mouse.
I race to her side, stopping her from undressing from the garment made to wrap a bride up for their groom.
In our culture, the whole meaning of a wedding gown is to present her to her awaiting husband as the pure second half of him. That is why they usually only dress in white.
Bianca broke that silent rule with the red, but I love it. It's very much her.
A wedding night is the first time a man supposedly has a claim to her. He unwraps his gift to reveal the natural beauty below before finishing up with his unspoken vows.
"That's a husband's job," I note, stroking her now bare skin on her shoulder. A look transpires betw
