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The Ritual Shantel Tessier 11770K 2023-08-28

The moment we touched back down in Pennsylvania ent and applied for our etting married

I look down at the ring on er and run my thumb over it It’s still hard to coined I guess you would call that weekend we had away our honeyet out of town after we said I do

I stand in Ryat’s bathroo at myself in his mirror My hair is up in a French twist, my makeup done heavily with silver and black eye shadoith thick black liner on top and bottom, with extra thick mascara and matte red lips

Running own, I take in a deep breath Tonight’s the ceremony To say I’m nervous is an understate is for sure, I’er Blakely Anderson Now I’m Blakely Archer—Ryat’s wife

It isn’t hard to say or comprehend I understand e did I also understand that I’ll never leave him I owe Ryat that My commitment My body My heart? Do I have to love hih?

The fact that he was even willing to save h for me

“Blake, you ready?” I hear Ryat call out, entering his room

“Yeah,” I say, turning around to stand in the doorway of the bathroom just as he enters

He comes to a stop; his emerald eyes drop to the train on s h, I wasn’t even able to wear any underwear because it co up high up in the front, to where it wraps aroundthe leftover satin to fall over the open back Every tilide acrossto the top of my ass

I didn’t wear a dress to city hall Instead, I chose a white suit But tonight, I wanted to dress up for him He once told me he was proud to call me his chosen after we perforht, knowing that I’m now his wife

My heart begins to race, breaths co in quick bursts at the way he looks at me His emerald eyes slowly run up and down several times

Reaching up, he pulls on his bow tie and clears his throat Taking a step towardto burn it?” I ask nervously It’s revealing, showing offwith a little side boob But somehow, even the parts of my body it covers, I still feel exposed

He begins to walk toward ain, and this time, I don’t retreat

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