|Gryphon's POV|
"Do you, Eduardo Richard Vance take Beatrice to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
The priest's voice nags in my ear as I stand facing the wedding guests at my place beside my father as his best man and my entire mind is focused on the blonde haired beauty standing across from me beside her mother, watching the guests with a practiced smile on her face, acting the perfect little obedient daughter.
The rust of her silky dress sits richly against her flawless skin as she has her hair in a soft hairdo causing their curls to caress her shoulders while the halter-neckline of the dress leaves her back bare for anyone to witness— a fact that I realised much too late right after I placed my palm on her lower back, coming in contact with her skin and getting a raging hardon, right
