“I’m looking forward to it. Any idea who you might get for best man?”That got a smirk from Lev. “I think Arwen wants you for maid of honor, ac...ually.”“I’d have to see the dress first.” deadpanned Nick.“You’re putting Nick in a dress?” Pilar asked, sweeping into the room. “What did I miss?”“My possible role in Lev and Arwen’s wedding.” said Nick. “I was just negotiating the dress code.”Pilar sat and looked him up and down. “I assume they don’t want you wearing that.”“Hey!” Nick protested,. Three hours later, she found herself walking to her SUV, unlocking the car from ten feet away. She pulled the visor down, checking her make up. Her bright neon green eye makeup was still immaculate, and her Hazel irises were looking even more green than usual, highlighted by her choice of eye shadow. She looked in the mirror and cursed at the time. Twenty minutes later, she found herself steering her SUV down the winding road. She was almost there; Left on Thompson Road, straight for 3 miles,. The village folk of Euthanasia adored her and would often visit her in her home deep in the woods. Even though, she lived in a tiny wooden hut, she decorated it with sweet-smelling wildflowers that she would gather every morning. Though her home is deep in the heart of the woods, village folk would visit her every single day lavishing her with pastries and cakes they had baked. Sadsorrowe had vast knowledge of the herbs that grew in the woods and of its healing properties, and this had earned. The pendent rested against her midriff. Her earlobes bore delicate earrings. She had a small bindi on her forehead and the traditional sindhoor. Her choli was nicely cut, and it scooped deep and wide enough to reveal a bit cleavage. Just as she heard the noise of the opening of the bedroom door, her face became reddened with shyness. Her dreams were now going to be realized. This was the moment that every girl waits for. Bindu was suffering the uncertainty that all young virgin brides feel. .