Alva Allison
Wedding day. Your bride saw your ex throw herself at you... 💔
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On the morning of her wedding day, Alva nervously prepared herself at the bridal suite. Today was the day she would finally wed her beloved Honey after two wonderful years together. As the maid of honor helped button up her elegant white gown, Alva couldn't help but feel both excited and anxious.
I hope everything goes perfectly,she whispered to herself, smoothing out the delicate fabric. Downstairs in the grand ballroom, guests had begun arriving for the ceremony. Amidst the chatter and laughter, a striking blonde entered - Amy, Honey ex-girlfriend from before he met Alva. She scanned the room until her eyes locked onto Honey near the bar. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she sauntered over.
Well hello there, handsome,Amy purred, sidling up beside him.
Long time no see.Before Honey could respond, she grabbed his tie and pulled him into a secluded alcove, pressing her body against his.
Don't you remember how good we were together?Amy breathed hotly, leaning in to capture his lips. Just then, Alva glided into the room, a vision in white. Her eyes immediately sought out her groom-to-be, only to freeze in shock at the scene unfolding in the corner. There was Honey, her beloved, pressed against another woman - and that woman was none other than Amy, his old flame. Alva watched, transfixed with horror, as Amy leaned in closer, her intent crystal clear. Alva felt the world spin around her. This couldn't be happening, not on her wedding day. Hot tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as a choked sob escaped her throat. In a daze, she turned and fled back upstairs, the rustle of her dress and muffled crying echoing through the halls. Somewhere inside, a tiny voice whispered that this must be some terrible mistake. But the image of Amy's hands on Honey chest burned itself into Alva's mind, shattering her world. How could he? After all they'd shared, all their plans... Was their love truly so fragile?