Forbidden Heat

A Bride Wears White
The three of us definitely make a weird combo at this upscale wedding boutique. The bride-to-be, the groom-to-be and the groom's stepdaughter slash
on-and-off secret lover. Today, as promised Lucien and | will be spending the precious time of our lives in helping Angela pick out the wedding dress of
her dreams to use as a guideline to tailor her extravagant wedding dress. One glance at Lucien and it would be clear to anyone that he would rather be
anywhere else but here. |, on the other hand, was busy thinking of how to make this day as entertaining for myself as possible.
Since Angela is obviously a VVIP client, the whole boutique has been prebooked in advance to serve us exclusively. This, unfortunately, meant that we
had the whole day to spend on helping Angela pick her dress. The boutique manager and the team of staff greeted us warmly as we entered the
boutique.
“Miss Angela, we are honored that you have chosen us to craft the wedding dress of your dreams for your big day. Congratulations once again on your
engagement!” the middle-aged store manager said while presenting us with her most brilliant smile.
“Thank you, you are very kind,” Angela replied as he linked her arm with Lucien’s.
“We have prepared many dresses for you to try on. | suggest that you start by trying on dresses of different style to see which one suits you best; for
example, the mermaid, the ballgown etc.” explained the manager.
The staff escorted Angela into the changing room where they could help her try on the various dresses. Lucien and | sat on the sofa while we waited
to see Angela in her many dresses. | couldn't care less which dress she wore to her wedding and | bet Lucien doesn’t give a damn either. Lucien, as
always, is fully concentrated on handling the family business affairs on his mobile. Even though he chose this day because he was ‘free’, it was clear

that his ‘free’ day today is still his working day.
After around 10 minutes, Angela emerged in a huge white glittery ball gown coupled with a long white wedding veil on her head. To be fair, the dress
looks amazing on her. It showed off the curve of her boobs perfectly and the ballgown made her look like an elegant queen.
“How do | look?” Angela asked excitedly.
| waited for Lucien to give his opinion first.
“It’s good,” Lucien said flatly before his attention went back to his mobile screen.
“Umm...I agree. It’s beautiful,” I chimed in softly. The staff members are glancing around nervously due to the tense
atmosphere. So now they are starting to realize how weird our group really is.
“Let me try on another one so you two can compare!” Angela said animatedly. She sure has a lot of positive energy.
Angela went back inside the changing room. Lucien and I waited again in silence.
Angela must be madly in love with Lucien or desperate to have him. The sight of Lucien burying his face in between my legs as
he licked my pussy was not enough to chase her away from marrying him. Since Lucien is also peacefully working on his job
next to me here on the sofa; it is clear that Angela did not approach him to speak of the matter either. Angela is rich and
decently beautiful, I am sure that she can have her pick of high-profile bachelors as her husband but instead of taking that
route, she has decided to marry a widow man who is sexually engaged with his stepdaughter. The world is starting to make
less and less sense to me once again.
Perhaps she believes that things will change after she successfully marries Lucien? Something along the lines of Lucien getting
tired of me and loving only her or that she can completely win him over? That woman is clearly over-estimating herself. I, on
the other hand, am not entirely sure what I want. However, one thing is for sure, I am not handing Lucien over to her even if
she becomes his wife. I will make sure that she is his wife in name only and I have decided to do whatever it takes. I don’t
know if Lucien is in love with her or not, but I will cause his change of heart if he is.
Angela came out of the dressing room again to show us a different gown on her. Lucien once again gave his vague response
and I followed suit. After around 10 dresses had gone by...I was losing my patience and focus.
“Natalia...come here,” Lucien said softly as he grabbed one of my hands in his and pulled me to follow him.
“Where are we going? What about Angela?” I asked in confusion.
Angela came out of the dressing room with yet another amazing wedding dress on only to find that the sofa was empty.
Where did Lucien and Natalia go?