Wisdom’s POV
Verity’s eyes indeed radiate kindness.
There were only five women in this room including me, along with Verity Giordano, Denver’s mother. The other three are all Verity’s closest friends that could give me great advice and tips on being a married woman.
“You should always make yourself beautiful,” said Carla, the youngest one at Verity’s right. Her huge belly obviously tells me that she has twins inside her. “Not really the beautiful one that you put make-up on and wear designer clothes. The beautiful I’m talking about is when you make yourself clean and at least not a messy looking one.”
Carla’s English is quite broken since she’s a Mexican native. Though I envy her beauty—her glistening smooth brown skin and natural eye lashes that flattered like a butterfly’s wings—she was so kind to me and thoroughly gave me some tips on how to please a man in all aspects: sexually, emotionally, and physically.
I slowly unwrapped her gift and I saw one of the most beautiful memorable gifts I saw: a golden embossed photo book and a DSLR camera.
“To make your memories be captured in every shot,” Carla said.
I beamed at her joyously, so did Verity. I popped a deviled egg in my mouth and cleansed my palate with a rose wine.
The other friends of Verity, twins and fashion designers Kendra and Kendare Delacorte, gave me lavish designer clothes since they are both founders of a famous fashion company in France.
I was gaping the entire time they spoke since they use their vernacular tongue. Good thing is that Verity was there to translate everything for me.
“Kendare said you should try her gold undergarments.”
“Yes, Ms. Verity.”
“Again, just call me Verity, dearest.”
I stood and went to the changing room. I looked at the bra and underwear first before putting them on. Both are glinting in my eyes. The bra is accentuated with a raven black color and the panty has a see-through on the upper part of it.
I wiggled it a bit as I hoisted the undergarments, the fluorescent lamp shining above my head. “God, it’s so gold and gleaming!” I exclaimed softly to myself.
“Are you done, Wisdom?” Verity’s knock made me almost drop the bra in the toilet bowl.
“Ye-Yes, Miss Ve—I mean Verity.” I heard her sigh and I immediately removed my dress from my body.
I slid my arm slowly and made the bra fit right on my breasts. I then locked the bra and fixed it a bit as I watched myself in the mirror. Gosh, with this huge asset of mine, the luxuriously designed bra made my figure more emphasized, more appealing. More sexy.
I almost opened the door when I looked down at myself and realized that I forgot the underwear.
Damn, how amnesiac of me to forget the one and only thing that covers my kitty cat. And if I ever get out in the art room, to where we are holding the bridal shower, wearing my bra only is…well, an abomination and disgrace if you put it that way with me walking without underwear.
I set aside the humorous thoughts of mine and focused on clothing my body well. I slithered the underwear on my pussy.
I flicked at my image on the mirror in a heartbeat before turning the changing room’s door knob.
But it turned on its own, as if there’s already someone else who’s opening the door—
“Oh my G—“ Kendra exclaimed.
“Oh my God!” Kendare shrieked.
“Oh my!” I bellowed, startled by their sudden appearance before me with those so white faces of them that I realized they were applying a beauty face mask. In fact, there are still cucumbers on their eyes that fell off upon seeing me almost naked—and their masterpiece clothing the only one hindering my utter bare body from plain sight.
“You’re beautiful and my artwork made you more yummy!” Kendare remarked.
“No. That’s my artwork,” Kendra protested.
I walk past them as they are still arguing over who made this gold-and-black bra and underwear that cloaked my body.
“Wisdom dear…” Verity also startled me with her black face mask that made her look nightmarish.
Good thing I managed to suppress my shrill. She stood in front of me and there, in her hand, was a Swarovski jewel box.
“This shall be my advance wedding gift, as well as my bridal shower present.” She went behind me and put on the heart-shaped emerald necklace that kind of resembles Rose's necklace from the film Titanic.
“This is beautiful, and pretty expensive I presumed.”
“They say that you can measure how a person cared for you and loved you by how expensive their gifts are.” Verity waved a hand on the emerald necklace that rests upon my C-sized tits.
I shake my body to see the necklace move. I don’t know why I did that but all I know is my breasts wiggled and went along with my breath-taking body’s motion.
“You truly are one hell of a Goddess!” She said while forming gestures with her hand as if to draw my hour-glass body.
“Thank you, Verity,” I gave her a jovial grin.
“Call me, mom,” Verity Giordano, while staring at me straight in the eye, breathed.
***
Gerry’s POV
I love the look on Wisdom’s face—and Denver’s—earlier when I was walking towards their table.
The hint of shock and unexpectedness and irritation were vividly painted on their expressions.
And it made me smile. Widely and Wickedly.
I saw the room, the one in the corner that Ezra said where Verity will be.
Upon turning the door knob, upon seeing the door ajar, there, in front of Verity, was Wisdom Linnea Weisz.
Wearing nothing but a gold and black bra and underwear.
I can’t help but bite my lips seductively.
“Ehem.” Verity cleared her throat. I didn’t realize that my gaze had lingered on Wisdom’s body for too long.
Wisdom, as I have anticipated, is pouting. And repeatedly telling me to go away in a voiceless manner as Verity fixed that shining emerald necklace on Wisdom’s neck.
I just sneered at her and rolled my eyes.
“You look beautiful, as I have always imagined,” seeing my hand slide on Wisdom’s waist, Verity hit my hand with a magazine.
“Off with your lustful eyes in the garden, Gerry!”
So I did. But before that, I told Wisdom voicelessly to meet me at the garden for a tea.
A one hell of an intriguing tea.