The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

Epilogue
ARES
I slip into my wife’s dressing room and lean back against the wall, taking a moment to just watch her.
Her makeup artist is putting the final touches on her, and she looks fucking magnificent. Tonight, her
long hair is loose and wild, spread all over her body, accentuating the cream-colored gown she’s
wearing.
It’s the same gown I watched her draw on Hannah’s birthday. Seeing it on her tonight is surreal.
Her creativity knows no bounds, and I couldn’t be more proud of her.
Her eyes light up when she sees me, and I push off the wall. I grin when she dismisses everyone
in her room, no doubt reading the look in my eyes.
“Ares,” she says, smiling. I’ll never tire of the way she says my name. On her lips, it’s
simultaneously a prayer and a sin.
“Baby,” I whisper. “You look far too fucking beautiful in this. I can’t take this. I can already
imagine what all your pervs will have to say about the photos of this show.”
She chuckles. “It’s the last one, my love,” she promises. “This will be the last show I walk as a
professional model. Going forward, I’ll only model for my own brand whenever I feel like it.”
“It’s only fitting that the last show you walk is also your own first fashion show. One door is
closing, but another is opening for you.”
She nods. “I thought it would be nice symbolism, don’t you think?” She grabs my tie and twirls it
around her fingers. “Though, I will say… I’ll miss Iwanttolickravensknee’s comments on my photos.
I wonder what he’ll have to say about this final show.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “I have it on good authority that he’s obsessed with you and will
continue to DM you perverted shit.”
“Is that so?” She laughs. “Maybe I should start giving him private shows.”
I nod. “I really think he’d like that.” I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her closer.
“Moment of honesty… I’ve always hated the way everyone looks at you on stage.” I lower my lips to
hers, smearing her lipstick with a kiss. “I never interfered because I have the utmost respect for you,
my love, but I always wanted everyone to know that you’re mine.”
She lifts her hand to my face and cups my cheek. “I’m relatively certain that my wedding ring is
visible even to those sitting in the back rows.”
I smirk as I pull her dress up until I’ve got it bunched around her hips. “It’s not enough, Cupcake.”