GCAVixens: Wedding Venue Disaster: A Brides Nightmare Come True

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The air, thick with the cloying sweetness of wilting peonies and spilled champagne, turned heavy with a different kind of heat as his hand found the small of her back, a possessive brand through the delicate silk of her gown. A single strap, loosened by the frantic chaos of collapsing decorations and fleeing guests, slipped from her shoulder, baring skin that prickled not from the evening chill but from the intensity of his gaze. The distant wail of a fire alarm faded into a dull hum as he leaned close, his breath a warm, whiskey-laced caress agat the shell of her ear, whispering promises that had nothing to do with forever. The pristine ivory train, now tangled around their ankles like a silken shackle, was a forgotten symbol of a ceremony shattered, its perfection replaced by the raw, untamed energy crackling between them. His lips traced a searing path down the column of her throat, each kiss a deliberate counterpoint to the disaster surrounding them, a silent rebellion agat the meticulously planned day. The taste of salt on her skin mingled with the faint, expensive scent of his cologne, creating an intoxicating potion that made her head spin far more than any vintage bubbly ever could. She could feel the hard, urgent press of his body agat hers, a solid anchor in the surreal storm of toppled floral arrangements and the panicked whispers of the few remaining staff. The ru of the grand cake, a smeared monument of frosting and fondant, lay forgotten as his fingers worked the delicate buttons at her spine, each one yielding with a soft, definitive pop that echoed louder than any shattered crystal. In that moment, the world narrowed to the frantic beating of two hearts, the slide of expensive fabric pooling at their feet, and the exhilarating freedom found in the complete and utter ruin of everything she was supposed to be.