Bridesmaid's Secret Rehearsal

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The golden afternoon light streamed through the chapel’s stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns across the empty pews where Vicki Chase, the maid of honor, was supposed to be practicing her walk. Instead, a nervous flutter in her stomach had drawn her to seek solace in the quiet vestry, a hidden room smelling of old wood and polished brass. Her solitude was abruptly, and thrillingly, interrupted by Keiran Lee, the charming and notoriously flirtatious best man, who had noticed her absence from the main hall. He leaned against the doorframe with a knowing, disarming smile, his voice a low murmur that seemed to resonate in the sacred silence surrounding them. “Getting cold feet about tomorrow?” he teased, his eyes tracing the line of her simple rehearsal dress before meeting her gaze. Vicki felt a blush creep up her neck, her rehearsed speech about timing and propriety evaporating under his intense focus. “Just a private rehearsal,” she managed to whisper, her breath catching as he closed the distance between them, his hand gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek. His touch was electric, a stark contrast to the solemnity of their surroundings, and it ignited a secret, reckless desire she had been fighting all week. This was their real, unspoken rehearsal, a clandestine prelude to the public performance of the wedding day itself, a moment of stolen passion. As his lips finally met hers, the distant, muffled sounds of the actual wedding party became nothing more than a forgotten echo.