#Bridal Gowns Bridal Accessories

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Guide to Bridal Attire: From Dresses to Gowns for Your Special Day

BO & Luca is a premier boutique renowned for its exquisite designer gowns and accessories tailored for brides. With a discerning eye for luxury and craftsmanship, we curate a stunning collection that captures the essence of romance and elegance. From intricately embellished gowns to delicate accessories, each piece reflects timeless beauty and sophistication, ensuring every bride feels truly special on her wedding day.

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Own you Style: Designer Looks for Every Event in Your Life

Introduction: Elevate Your Style with Designer Outfits for Women

In today’s fashion landscape, the demand for Designer Outfits for Women has reached unprecedented heights. Whether it’s for special occasions, glamorous events, or everyday wear, the allure of designer clothing cannot be overstated. From exquisite party dresses to luxurious ensembles, women are seeking to buy designer outfits for women online to satisfy their fashion cravings. Leading the charge in this realm is Samyakk.com, a premier destination for fashion-forward individuals seeking the latest festive outfits and trendy summer ensembles. With an emphasis on quality, style, and sophistication, luxury women’s designer clothing has become synonymous with elegance and refinement. From chic designer dresses to high fashion apparel, women are embracing the opportunity to express their individuality through their clothing choices.

What is a Women’s Designer Outfit? Exploring the Allure

Women’s Designer Outfits encompass a broad spectrum of clothing crafted by renowned designers and fashion houses. These garments are distinguished by their superior quality, meticulous craftsmanship, and innovative designs. From runway creations to everyday essentials, designer clothes online cater to the discerning tastes of modern women, offering a blend of style, sophistication, and exclusivity.

Designer clothing brands for women are coveted for their ability to encapsulate the latest trends while maintaining a timeless appeal. Whether it’s a sleek designer cocktail dress for a night out or an opulent designer evening wear ensemble for a formal event, women turn to designers to make a statement and express their individuality.

In the realm of professional attire, designer workwear for women offers a perfect balance of style and professionalism, allowing women to command attention in the workplace with confidence and flair. For special occasions such as weddings and soirées, designer wedding guest dresses are a popular choice, exuding elegance and grace.

For those with a penchant for vintage fashion, vintage designer clothing for women holds a special allure, offering a glimpse into the glamour of bygone eras. Meanwhile, discerning shoppers seek out the best designer clothing stores for women to indulge in luxurious pieces that elevate their wardrobe.

From iconic fashion houses to emerging designers, certain designer outfits for women have achieved cult status, becoming synonymous with style and sophistication. These coveted pieces are often featured prominently on the best websites for designer clothing sales, where fashion enthusiasts can snag exclusive deals and discounts.

When shopping for online retailers for authentic designer clothing, it’s essential to choose reputable platforms that guarantee the authenticity of their products. This ensures that women can enjoy the luxury and prestige associated with luxury designer clothing without compromising on quality or integrity.

In essence, women gravitate towards designer outfits for their ability to transcend trends, embodying elegance, quality, and innovation. Whether it’s a timeless classic or a cutting-edge creation, a women’s designer outfit is more than just clothing — it’s a symbol of style, confidence, and self-expression.

High Fashion Clothing Trends for Women

High fashion clothing for women is constantly evolving, with designers pushing the boundaries of creativity and innovation. From avant-garde runway looks to street style-inspired ensembles, high fashion collections offer a glimpse into the cutting-edge world of fashion. Whether it’s oversized silhouettes, bold prints, or unexpected textures, high fashion clothing allows you to express your individuality and embrace your unique sense of style.

Elegance in Designer Cocktail Dresses

Cocktail parties are the perfect opportunity to showcase your sense of style and sophistication, and designer cocktail dresses are a surefire way to make a statement. From sleek sheath dresses to flirty fit-and-flare styles, designer collections offer a wide range of options to suit every taste and body type. Whether you prefer timeless black, vibrant jewel tones, or playful prints, there’s a designer cocktail dress that’s perfect for you.

Designer Workwear: Blending Style and Professionalism

Gone are the days of boring office attire — today’s professional women are embracing designer workwear as a way to express their personal style and confidence. From tailored suits and chic blazers to stylish dresses and statement accessories, trendy designer collections offer a range of options that are both polished and on-trend. Whether you’re leading a boardroom meeting or networking at a corporate event, dressing in designer workwear is sure to leave a lasting impression.

Dressing in Style with Designer Wedding Guest Dresses

As a wedding guest, finding the perfect outfit can be a daunting task — but with designer wedding guest dresses, you can’t go wrong. Whether it’s a romantic garden ceremony or a glamorous black-tie affair, designer collections offer an array of elegant options to suit every style and budget. From delicate lace dresses to embellished cocktail frocks, designer wedding guest outfits ensure that you look and feel your best on the big day.

Best Stores for Designer Clothing Shopping

When it comes to shopping for designer clothing, choosing the right store is key to finding the perfect pieces for your wardrobe. From high-end department stores to exclusive boutiques, there are countless retailers that cater to discerning fashionistas. Whether you prefer to shop in person or online, finding the best stores for designer clothing ensures that you have access to the latest collections and exclusive offerings from your favorite brands.

Designer Boutique in Bangalore

In the digital age, shopping for online authentic designer clothing has never been easier, with platforms offering a curated selection of premium garments from renowned designers. For those seeking affordable luxury designer clothing, these online retailers provide access to high-quality fashion at accessible price points, democratizing luxury for women across India.

In bustling cities like Bangalore, designer enthusiasts flock to designer clothing stores and designer boutiques to explore the latest collections and indulge in personalized shopping experiences. Whether it’s browsing the racks of a chic boutique or perusing the offerings of a high-end designer store, Bangalore offers a plethora of options for fashion-forward women.

Popular Designer Outfits for Women

Certain designer outfits have achieved cult status among fashion enthusiasts, thanks to their timeless appeal and iconic design. From the classic Chanel suit to the bohemian chic of Dior’s New Look, these outfits have stood the test of time and continue to inspire designers and fashionistas alike. Whether you’re a fan of vintage glamour or modern sophistication, there’s a popular designer outfit out there that’s perfect for you.

Why to buy from samyakk.com?

When you’re planning to buy ethnic outfits online there multiple highly reputed brands available online, so why you should choose from samyakk.com let’s find out. There are few unique points which we are going to discuss.

1. Authentic Designer Clothing — 100% Original Quality Quality assurance of our product are highly uncompromisable as we offer 100% genuine quality, ensuring our products and services to meet up to your expectation.

Affordable Luxury Designer Clothing — Best Price Challange The prices offered here are in complete gratification with the customer as it is cost effective and best suitable with your purchases to make your shopping experience hassle free and easy right from the comfort of your couch.

World Wide Free Shipping — 90% Ready To Ship We impart assurance on worldwide delivery and 90% of the merchandise are ready to ship. Once the order placed from your end, the product ordered will be delivered to your doorstep within 3–4 business days.

Conclusion:

In the vibrant landscape of Indian designer clothing for women, the allure of luxury and elegance knows no bounds. With the emergence of luxury designer brands in India, women have access to a plethora of sartorial options that blend traditional craftsmanship with contemporary flair. From intricately embroidered sarees to intricately embellished lehengas, Indian designers offer a rich tapestry of styles that celebrate the country’s cultural heritage.

For those seeking inspiration, the best designer outfit ideas for women in India abound, showcasing a fusion of modern trends and timeless classics. Whether it’s a chic fusion ensemble for a festive celebration or an elegant silk saree for a traditional affair, Indian women have a myriad of options to express their unique sense of style.

In essence, the world of Indian designer clothing is a testament to the country’s rich cultural heritage and burgeoning fashion industry. With an array of luxury brands, outfit ideas, and shopping destinations to choose from, women in India have never had more opportunities to express their style and individuality through their clothing choices.

Visit Samyakk.com, your on stop shop for all-time favourite outfits. Join the Fashion Elite. Perfect for any special occasion, these outfits combine elegance with style effortlessly. Steal the spotlight!

Happy Shopping…

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18+, minors dni! (being a slut for nanami bc honestly who isn’t)

authors note: hello! this is my first-ever post, i hope you guys enjoy it! (I literally have no idea how layouts work yet, bear with me)

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sugardaddy!nanami who scolds you whenever you feel as if you’re “doing too much,” with all the lavish gifts he gives you. nothing is too much for his angel.

sugardaddy!nanami that asks which jewelry set you like best. emerald or ruby? ah. how about both?

sugardaddy!nanami who you thought would be a joyless, serious man as people portray him. they’re not lying, he really is serious, to people that aren’t you. you’ll witness a soft side of him that only shows the most gentle of smiles.

sugardaddy!nanami who gladly scoops you up bridal style in his arms, walking while you burry your head into his chest.

sugardaddy!nanami who unpacks the gifts he gets you on the countertop after a business trip. “kento, baby, you shouldn’t have.” you play with the polyester ribbon while he simply leans back on the fridge opening up a beverage. “I couldn’t help but have the prettiest woman in the world waiting for me at home. it would be embarrassing of me to show up empty-handed.”

sugardaddy!nanami who for the first few times that you went out with him, meticulously kept track of the things you called “cute” and noted wherever your eyes wandered for a minute too long. the next morning you woke up with everything you ogled your eyes at decorating your room. attached is a note that read, “please forgive me, sweetheart, I didn’t know which you liked best. p.s. my sincerest apologies again, I let my own thoughts get carried away. be good for me and wear this tonight.” your fingers gingerly held onto the note, until your eyes fell on two things you don’t remember looking at when you went out shopping. a beautiful silk gown and an expensive lingerie set.

sugardaddy!nanami who will gladly kneel to strap your heel, placing a kiss on your ankle, after trailing his hand up and down your shin.

sugardaddy!nanami who sends you a monthly allowance for your hair, nails, skincare, and whatever you desire.

sugardaddy!nanami who thinks indulging in materialistic things is futile, but he wants to see you decorated in every fine piece of fabric, clothing, and accessories.

sugardaddy!nanami who acts as if he’s unbothered by you curling up on his lap while he types away on his work computer. you couldn’t even tell how much he adores every second of this as he idly types away. he loves to have you pushed up on him all the time, the minute you slightly move? a strong hand is placed on your thigh or waist to prevent you from leaving.

sugardaddy!nanami who’s only condition is to continue this dynamic until you’re unhappy or want nothing to do with it. (you literally want to marry this man but okay).

sugardaddy!nanami who has a saturday night ritual with you where you buy the most extravagant of desserts and feed it to each other. oh yeah, you have to be sitting on his lap the entire time while you both feed each other from the same fork.

sugardaddy!nanami who places his nose on the nape of your neck while you’re seated on him as he sharply breathes in your scent. “as much as I enjoy eating sweets with you,” he said in a whisper, “they could never mimic your taste.”

sugardaddy!nanami who started off paying your rent, bills, and utilities which he felt mentally, secretly disgruntled by. not because he’s paying (duh) or he has to take care of you, it’s just the fact you haven’t moved in with him yet.

sugardaddy!nanami who considers you under his care and deems your wellbeing as his responsibility. you’re hurt? point to where. your body is sore? lay back down while he massages you. you’re hungry? food is being sent over and here’s money for grocery shopping. you’re upset? he kneels down in front of you as he attentively listens to your sobs.

sugardaddy!nanami who supports your hobbies. he’ll drop off little things that he knows have to do with your interests and only says, “you like this don’t you?” you name drop pilates, cooking, art, knitting, whatever it is, he signs you up for the nearest classes.

sugardaddy!nanami who actually notices if you did something different with your hair, if you wore a new shade of lip gloss. little things.

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sugardaddy!nanami who places the most tender of kisses onto your forehead like he didn’t wreck your shit a second prior. “such a good girl… i’m so so proud. taking my cock in so well.”

sugardaddy!nanami that plays with your body in subtle ways. hands? his big, veiny fingers are stroking yours gently. thighs? constantly getting gripped. your waist? a strong arm wrapped around it. your cheek? a thumb stroking it. shoulders? relieving tension from it. collarbone? rearranging your necklace so it lays properly. guts? fucked out of place. makeup? smeared all across his luxurious bedsheets. lips? blown out from sucking his monster cock and making out.

sugardaddy!nanami who rents out an entire summer beach house with a glorious view of the ocean. partially because he likes the privacy of you two alone, surrounded by nature, and romantic sunset dinners. also because he wants to watch you ride him while he leans back on a beach chair without disturbing the public. (nobody is allowed to see what’s his).

sugardaddy!nanami who actually pounded you into another dimension, your mind still in a haze while he carries you to the running bath. “stay with me princess, i need to clean you up.”

sugardaddy!nanami who makes sure you finish several times before he does. oh poor baby, you’re out of breath? would you like some water? we’re not finished yet. poor nanami didn’t get to cum once, and you so badly want him to use your body to do so.

sugardaddy!nanami who buys you a personal collection of sex toys to play with when he’s not there. he personally studies the way your body twitches and convulses with certain toys, he needs to know how to please his princess. sometimes he chuckles to himself because he knows deep down, nothing– no one, can please you the way he does.

sugardaddy!nanami who sees you stressed or crying over school and work and quickly replaces those tears with ones of joy.

sugardaddy!nanami who will have you folded like a damn lawn chair and only whisper sweet nothings while drilling into you.

sugardaddy!nanami who has a high sex drive but hides it in the beginning like the gentleman he is, making sure you feel comfortable and safe.

sugardaddy!nanami who gives you the car you’ve been wanting forever. you ride the car for a bit with him ecstatic, kissing him over and over, giggling. you both quickly found a new way to celebrate. you’re pinned down over the glove compartment, one large hand gripping both of yours as they’re pinned to your back, and the sounds of skin slapping with your loud moans mix in the air. “ke-n-toooo~ I-I don’t want to ge- uh! It m-messy in h-ere…” “don’t worry darling, I-” a low grunt comes out, “i always cum inside dont I?” he quickens up the pace only to have you screaming like a whore. “t-that’s it. just take it. It feels good, I know,” he mercilessly pounds into you, kissing your temple, “just come undone on me, that’s it. make me proud.”

sugardaddy!nanami who texts you to quickly come to the office and sends you a cab for an urgent “visit.” why? he’s stressed and his favorite method to cool down is your throat expanding around his girthy dick. he'll grip the strands of your hair while cooing at you, "i know angel, i know. but you look so beautiful right now, don't stop."

sugardaddy!nanami who groans from the stressors of his job, turning his attention to you while he pushes himself back on his chair. he looks down on his bulge before sighing and tugging his tie down left and right. “go ahead. come suck me off, i need it and I know you want it too.”

sugardaddy!nanami who does the whole pillow underneath, hand pressed on lower abdomen, with a vibrator wand abusing your clit.

sugardaddy!nanami who has a diet that consists of devouring your pussy on a regular basis. “b-babe… i- ah! s-slow down,” as you elicit a loud dirty moan that fills the room, “pleaaaase.” if only you knew he takes more pleasure out of this than you and you’re the one gripping his hair to the point of leaving his scalp red. he further pushes his nose into you, mumbling, “beg all you want, I’m not done.”

sugardaddy!nanami who is a gentleman, really. who will kill anything within 5 meters if it remotely threatens you. but he can’t help but admire the way your little cunt can’t fully take it the first few times together.

sugardaddy!nanami who never thought much of daddy kinks, but when he hears “daddy” slip out of your precious mouth, his heels dig deeper into the mattress, his massive body weight shifts crushing you, angling his dick in an almost sinful way while pressing you deeper into a mating press. “say it again.”

sugardaddy!nanami who watches you squirm with a vibrator jammed to your clit and his tongue lapping up and down your cunt like any separation from his tongue and your pussy will cause his death. “k-kento s-stop this feeli- ah! I th- oh god! I think I need to pee!” he can’t help but chuckle in his head. his baby never squirted before until now.

sugardaddy!nanami who secretly wants to get you knocked up. man loves fucking his cum into you. he has such a big breeding kink that you catch on.

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THE BRIDES WORLD

A Perfect Destiny For Elegant Brides

Congratulations on your upcoming wedding! A wedding marks a significant milestone in a person's life, as you embark on this beautiful journey, one of the most exciting and memorable aspects is undoubtedly finding your dream wedding dress, and selecting the perfect bridal gown is often at the top of every bride's to-do list. As a bride-to-be, you envision yourself walking down the aisle in a wedding dress that exudes elegance, and sophistication, and reflects your unique style. At ''The Brides World'', we understand the significance of this moment and are here to guide you through the process of selecting the perfect wedding dress that will make you feel like the most elegant bride. However, the overwhelming task of finding that dream dress can sometimes lead to stress and uncertainty. Our experts will guide you throughout the bridal journey, ensuring that you find the perfect wedding dress that reflects your unique style and makes you feel stunning on your special day.

“The Brides World” is here to guide you on your journey to finding the dearest dress that will make your special day truly unforgettable. At our Bridal Boutique, we understand that finding the perfect wedding dress is a momentous occasion. It's a journey that every bride-to-be embarks on with excitement, and we are here to make that journey unforgettable.

Our boutique is a gold mine of class, complexity, and style. From classic ball gowns to sleek and modern designs, we offer a diverse collection of wedding dresses to suit every taste and preference. We believe that every bride has a unique vision for her big day, and our goal is to help turn that vision into a stunning reality.

Step into our boutique and be greeted by our warm and knowledgeable staff, eager to guide you through the selection process. We understand that choosing a wedding dress can be overwhelming, but rest assured, we are here to make it a joyous and stress-free experience. Our consultants take the time to listen to your desires, understand your style, and work within your budget to find the perfect dress that makes you feel like the most radiant bride.

Our range of wedding dresses features exquisite craftsmanship, attention to detail, and the use of luxurious fabrics. Each dress is carefully selected from renowned designers who have a deep understanding of the modern bride's desires. Whether you envision a romantic lace gown, a sleek and sexy silhouette, or a fairytale princess dress, our collection has something for every bride.

We understand that each bride has her own unique story, style, and preferences. We believe that finding the perfect gown involves more than just selecting fabric and design; it is about capturing the essence of a bride's personality. Our trained and dedicated bridal consultants take pride in providing personalized consultations to cater to the specific needs of each bride. During your consultation, our consultants will guide you through an extensive collection of handpicked designer dresses, ensuring you have a wide array of options to choose from. Wedding dresses come in a wide range of price points, and it's important to establish a budget before you start shopping. At “The Brides World”, we offer a diverse selection of gowns to suit various budgets without compromising on quality or style. Our consultants will work within your budget to help you find a dress that exceeds your expectations while staying within your financial means.

But our commitment to you doesn't stop at finding the perfect dress. We also offer a range of accessories to complete your bridal look. From delicate veils to sparkling tiaras, from elegant shoes to dazzling jewellery, we have everything you need to add that extra touch of glamour and make you shine on your special day.

At “The Brides World”, we believe that every bride deserves an exceptional experience. That's why we offer private appointments, allowing you to have the undivided attention of our consultants. We want you to feel relaxed, pampered, and confident as you explore our stunning collection and discover the dress that will make you feel like the most beautiful bride.

So, whether you have a clear vision of your dream dress or need some guidance along the way, our Bridal Boutique is ready to help you create a cherished memory and find the dress of your dreams. Book your appointment today and let us be a part of your journey to happily ever after. Remember, at our Bridal Boutique, dreams do come true!

Before setting foot in a bridal boutique, it is crucial to have a clear vision of the style and theme you desire for your wedding day. Take time to browse through magazines, online platforms, and social media for inspiration. Consider your body type, personal fashion preferences, and the overall tone of your wedding. Armed with these ideas, you can communicate your vision effectively to the bridal consultants at ''The Brides World'', who will help you transform your vision into a reality.

The fabric of your wedding dress plays a significant role in its overall look and feel. Delicate lace exudes romance, while satin offers a timeless elegance. Tulle creates a whimsical effect, and chiffon adds a touch of ethereal beauty. Additionally, consider the details that can elevate your gown, such as beading, embroidery, or appliques. Our consultants will help you explore different fabric options and guide you in selecting the perfect details that align with your vision.

As a premier bridal boutique, “The Brides World” boasts an exclusive selection of handpicked designer collections from globally renowned designers. We believe in offering our customers nothing but the finest and most awe-inspiring dresses, ensuring that your search for the perfect gown ends successfully. Whether you are captivated by timeless classics or crave modern sophistication, our boutique houses a diverse range of styles, fabrics, and intricate details to cater to every taste. Exquisite lace, delicate embroidery, intricate beading, and fine fabrics graced by internationally acclaimed designers are all at your fingertips.

At “The Brides World”, we firmly believe that every bride deserves to feel confident and beautiful, regardless of their body shape or size. With our extensive range of gowns in various silhouettes, from ballgown to mermaid, A-line to sheath, we celebrate diversity and cater to brides of all sizes. Our consultants are skilled in understanding bodies and selecting gowns that flatter and enhance each bride's unique features. Through expert fittings and alterations, we ensure that your dress fits impeccably, accentuating your curves and making you feel like an ethereal vision on your special day.

At “The Brides World”, we are committed to providing a memorable and enjoyable bridal experience beyond just finding the gown. We offer a range of services to ensure that every aspect of your wedding outfit is taken care of. In addition to bridal gowns, our boutique also offers a curated selection of accessories such as veils, headpieces, shoes, and jewellery to complement your wedding dresses perfectly. Our experienced stylists will work closely with you to complete your ensemble with accessories that add the perfect finishing touch to your bridal look.

Overall, we aim to offer an all-encompassing experience, giving brides access to an extensive selection of wedding dresses, styling advice, alterations, accessories, and additional services to make the wedding dress shopping venture as consistent and charming as could be expected.

To ensure a personalized and attentive experience, we recommend booking an appointment at “The Brides World”. This will allow our consultants to dedicate their time and expertise solely to you, ensuring that you receive the attention you deserve. During your appointment, we will discuss your preferences, showcase different options, and guide you through the process of finding your dream wedding dress.

Finding your dream wedding dress is an unforgettable experience, and at “The Brides World”, we are dedicated to making it a seamless and joyous journey. Our team of experts is here to assist you every step of the way, from understanding your body shape to exploring different styles, fabrics, and details. With our guidance, you will find the perfect wedding dress that not only reflects your style but also makes you feel like the most beautiful bride on your special day. Book your appointment at “The Brides World” today and let us help you create memories that will last a lifetime.

Every bride deserves a wedding day filled with dreams come true, and at “The Brides World”, we endeavor to help you achieve just that. From personalized consultations and exclusive designer collections to inclusive sizing and a complete bridal experience, we are here to make your journey to finding the perfect gown an enchanting and unforgettable one. At “The Brides World”, we are more than just a bridal boutique; we are dream weavers, dedicated to unveiling the wedding dress of your dreams.

So why wait? Explore our website today and discover the dream wedding dress to elevate your bridal journey. 

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12 TYPES OF FLOWERS FOR YOUR BRIDAL HAIRSTYLE

On your big day, it has long been customary to accessorise your hair with pretty flowers. The majority of women put beautiful jasmine flowers, also known as gajras, in their hair on the day of their wedding. These gajras are unquestionably lovely, but they have also lost their freshness.The Poola Jada with real flowers helps embellish your beauty in the style of garlands.

It’s true what they say, “Blooms and weddings go hand in hand.” Several components of the celebration, such as the decor, garlands, and the bride’s attire, heavily depend on flowers. Given how nice it is, why not? They instantly provide brightness and fragrance to whatever they are a part of. Most brides choose floral motifs, especially for their hairstyles, probably because of this.

We have a list of flowers that you can use to decorate your hair on the big day if you are also tired of gajras and want to try something new.

PANSIES

The amusing thing about these lovely blooms is that, although the majority of us have seen them frequently, we don’t know their name. They’re called pansies, and there is no denying that they are among the most beautiful flowers. These are a great option for your sangeet, mehndi, or haldi look because they come in a number of vibrant colors like purple, fuchsia, magenta, and more.

BABY’S BREATH

Searching for the greatest flowers to wear in your bridal hair? Let’s move on to baby’s breath, which is currently the second-most popular and fashionable flower on the bridal market. These adorable small items have a certain quality that can effortlessly improve your appearance. These flowers can be used to accent a bun, a braid, or any other type of hairstyle, for that matter. Its diminutive size also makes it simple to combine them with other flowers, such as daisies, roses, etc.

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Bookmark These Terrific Stone-Studded Hairdo Ideas For Brides To Slay Their Cocktail Look. For More Such Trends And Ideas, Stay Tuned With ShaadiWish.

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New Elite Chapter 11

Sorry this has taken so long, but they made it to the wedding.

Since Nellie’s arrival, the days, and then the weeks, went by much more pleasantly than before. Though your mother’s rejection left a hole in your heart, having Nellie back helped to heal that hole exponentially. 

And yet nothing could stop what was inevitably coming closer. With each hour that passed, the day of your wedding drew nearer, and with it brought more confusion than you’d ever experienced before.

Mr. Onceler would be good to you, you knew that. But the emotional side, the part you’d found so easy to ignore when you initially agreed to this, was now rearing its head far more often than you would have liked. And, most annoyingly, you were angry with yourself for your confusion. You didn’t even want to have romantic feelings for him. Everything would be so much easier if there was nothing but cordiality between the two of you.

But that wasn’t the case, and you knew now that it would never be the case. After all he had done for you–keeping you safe after your exile, bringing Nellie to you–you couldn’t remain apathetic. You had feelings for him, that was certain. You just couldn’t quite name what they were yet.

There was also a certain amount of fear involved, though it wasn’t towards him. You’d heard horror stories about wedding nights all your life, and as such, there wasn’t a chance you wouldn’t experience some amount of trepidation, no matter who your husband was. In fact, he was probably the best possible option you could share your wedding night with, since you knew he’d be considerate of you and your inexperience. But even knowing that didn’t eliminate fear altogether. That was likely impossible.

And then, to make matters worse, your little secret was gnawing away at you. Terrified of the possibility of infertility, you’d asked Nellie to go to the apothecary to try and get whatever they had that might help you. You’d had no money to pay for it, and you would never let Mrs. Ryan or Mr. Onceler to purchase it for you, so you’d told Nellie to trade anything she could for it. She had procured it, and had never mentioned the cost. You hadn’t taken full inventory of the things she had brought back to you, so you were none the wiser of what she’d used either. It was an unspoken rule that neither of you would discuss it further. The bottle sat hidden in your dresser, only to be opened before you saw Mr. Onceler on your wedding night.

You weren’t quite sure why you didn’t want him to know you had the tincture. You supposed it would be like admitting you couldn’t fulfill the most basic duty of a wife, though that didn’t seem quite right. For all you knew, you could be worrying for nothing. It was a very real possibility that you would get pregnant on your wedding night and have a healthy baby before you’d even been married a year. But your mother’s struggles made you want to be prepared if that wasn’t the case.

You’d find out soon enough. As Nellie wakes you that morning, you find that a pit has already settled in your stomach. It was your wedding day, and you didn’t feel ready for it in the slightest.

Mr. Onceler and Mrs. Ryan had pulled everything together remarkably quickly, though even with all their speed, you knew you’d trespassed on Mrs. Ryan’s hospitality for far too long; you’d been there over a month. You’d especially felt like an intruder over Christmas. It had been a quiet affair, with two of her children joining you. They’d done their best to make you feel welcome, but you’d known you were out of place. Hopefully, that feeling would start to fade when you moved into Mr. Onceler’s house this evening.

Most of your things had already been transported there in preparation for your move. You were sure you’d find more than you expected; he’d hinted that he’d purchased an entirely new wardrobe for you to make up for what Nellie couldn’t take with her. All that remained behind was your bridal gown, certain accessories you wanted to wear for the day, and Nellie herself to help you prepare.

“Are you ready?” Nellie asks once she sees that your eyes are open. No, you most decidedly are not ready, but you’re also not not ready, and you figure this is the best it’s going to get. So you nod and get out of the bed you’ve been borrowing for the past several weeks for the last time.

You know you’re on a schedule, and must be ready no later than two to make it to the chapel in time, but Nellie’s still taken the liberty of drawing a bath for you, knowing it’s the easiest way to get you to relax. You mercifully sink into the warm water, letting the heat soothe the tense muscles in your shoulders. The only instruction you need to follow now is to not get your hair wet; Nellie carefully piled it on the top of your head, and since she knows your hair better than you do, you trust that it’s easier to work with if it’s not freshly washed like she claims.

You stay in the bath as long as you possibly can without having your skin prune up. Once out, you slip into a robe before sitting on the vanity where Nellie waits with a hot iron for your hair. Though it probably would have been easier, you detested the thought of hiding your hair in a cap-style veil, which was unfortunately becoming quite popular. Your long hair was your pride, and you’d rather sit for hours and risk suffering burns trying to curl it all than hide it away.

Nellie’s just getting the last curl in place when Mrs. Ryan enters the room. You panic for a moment, thinking you’re running late, but the clock reveals it’s only noon. Fear alleviated, you turn back to Mrs. Ryan, who beams at you. “You look a vision,” she declares before turning to Nellie. “Well, let’s get her in the dress.”

Now you’re confused again. “Surely we’re not leaving my hair down?” you ask, turning to Nellie for confirmation. It would be your preference, but a woman with her hair down was scandalous enough. A married woman with her hair down was unheard of.

“No, of course not,” she assures. “But if we don’t get the dress on now, it won’t fit over your hair. Come on. Stand, arms up.” You listen to her, but only reluctantly. You’d only tried that dress on twice before, and it had made everything seem so much more real. You doubt it will be any different today.

Sure enough, as Nellie and Mrs. Ryan ease the garment over your head, your breath catches for a moment. This is real, you’re getting married, and though your groom isn’t a total stranger, you didn’t know him as well as you would’ve liked. And of course, that means you weren’t desperately in love with him, nor he with you. That was a pipe dream now.

��Have you been eating?” Nellie asks as she starts to lace the back up. “I don’t seem to remember having to tighten the laces so much.”

You shrug in response. You did your best to force food down, but in truth, it held very little interest to you for the most part. More often than not, you ended up skipping luncheon or even supper. It didn’t seem like a big deal, since you were sure Mr. Onceler would insist on you eating with him when you were married.

Oh, Lord, that was happening in only a few short hours. Seeing yourself in the dress again only confirms your fate. However, the sinking feeling in your gut, which you expected to get worse throughout the day, seems to lessen instead. Though getting married would be a colossal change, you never really thought of it as being a bad one. Shocking to even yourself, seeing the dress on you makes you feel ready for this. You were ready to live with him. You were ready to be his wife.

Your fears weren’t completely assuaged, but they had been calmed somewhat, and that in and of itself was nothing short of a miracle. You were able to sit and look at yourself in that wedding dress while Nellie finishes your hair without much panic.

Finally, she’s done with you, and fixes the veil at the back of your head, so it doesn’t cover your hair much. She then turns to three glass bottles sitting on the vanity that you’d somehow gone the whole day without noticing. “Mr. Onceler sent these over this morning as a wedding gift,” she explains. “They’re scents. I know it would probably please him today if you were wearing one.”

“You’re right, of course,” you murmur before sampling the perfumes. They were all lovely, and with their French labels, you knew they were excellent quality, better than anything you’d ever owned. You chose the one that claimed to have notes of orange and sandalwood; when you try it on, you find the label did not lie.

With the perfume applied, there was no further reason to stall. You were as ready as you could ever be, and you knew you’d never looked lovelier. Nellie had really outdone herself.

“Let’s get going! It wouldn’t do for the bride to be late to her own wedding!” Mrs. Ryan calls, and she ushers you out the front door to where a vehicle waits for you, which you were thankful for. The chapel wasn’t far, but you didn’t fancy walking there in New York’s frigid winter air.

You make it to the surprisingly empty building quickly, and you’re swiftly ushered off into a side room. “I didn’t realize no one would have arrived yet. I thought he invited most of the upper class, to avoid offending anyone?” you inquire.

“They should start showing up in the next half hour or so,” Mrs. Ryan confirms. “You know how they all are about time. It’s supposed to start at three, so half of them will come at two-thirty, and the other half at three-thirty. Although, now that I think about it, I should probably go make sure he actually shows up on time. That boy is always late to everything…” her voice trails off as she leaves the room, leaving you almost alone, with only Nellie and your nerves for company.

It’s an agonizing hour of waiting. Before too long, you can hear voices outside your door, though you can’t discern any individual words or speakers. You’re surprised you don’t see Alice; you figured she’d bulldoze her way in whether she was allowed or not, but the only person who comes in is Mrs. Ryan again a little after three.

“Well, most of the people have come,” she says. “The Hunte’s aren’t here, but nobody expected them to be. He’s getting anxious though, he doesn’t want to wait for anybody else. Time to get this show on,” she announces, clapping her hands together. 

“Wait,” you say before you can stop yourself. “Is… is my mother here? I know she was invited.”

Mrs. Ryan’s face falls, and she puts her hand on your shoulder briefly. “Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to, child,” she berates you with a sigh. “Now, put it out of your mind. Let’s go.” She hands you a bouquet while Nellie picks up your train, and the three of you make your way to the narthex.

“We’ll see you inside. Wait for the music,” Mrs. Ryan reminds you. She gives you a brief hug, and though you wish you could express your gratitude in words, the hug seems to say it all. Nellie, too, claims a hug for herself before they both dart into the chapel. You have neither your father nor mother here, so you will be walking alone. For the second the doors are open, you see that it’s full and filled with light chatter.

You don’t have to wait for long, alone with your thoughts. Through the doors, you hear the talking start to die down, before it’s replaced by thundering organ music. With no visible prompting, the doors swing open wide, revealing your presence. But more importantly, at least in your mind, you can finally see Mr. Onceler again, waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

You’re not aware of your feet taking even and measured steps, but they must be, since he’s slowly getting closer. He’s patiently waiting for you with his hands folded in front of him, and miraculously, he’s smiling. Not just smirking as was his custom, but an authentic smile now adorns his features.

You don’t see anyone else as you make your way towards him. You’d expected to glance at the pews to at least spot Alice, Mrs. Ryan, and Nellie, but you don’t. Even your mother’s absence has been temporarily erased from your mind. The only people in the room are you and the man who will very soon be your husband.

And the last thing you’d been expecting hits you quite suddenly: you’re excited. Not just at peace with your decision to spend the rest of your life with him, but genuinely happy to be doing so. The happiness is so foreign to you after your disownment, you hardly recognize it. It feels entirely new.

Lord, what was this man doing to you? You’d gone from loathing him to marrying him of your own volition in a matter of months, and you were happy about it no less. It must be the aura of your own wedding getting to your head.

A wedding that you were still in the middle of. You’d reached the end of the aisle now, and he’s extending his hand out to take yours. You grab hold of his proffered hand, and though the words haven’t yet been said, this feels like a finality. There is truly no going back now.

You’d been to a few weddings in your life, and your own is not much different than the affairs you’d already witnessed. The ceremony consisted of standing there and listening to the priest for the most part. Your participation isn’t required until the very end, and even then it’s just two little words. In your memory, weddings seemed to take a very long time, but now that it’s your own, you’re shocked by how quickly you get to the end and the minister it asking that all important question: would you accept Mr. Onceler as your husband, until the day you die?

The answer is easy. “I do.”

And now it's his turn. The priest posits the same question, and you have no doubt about his answer. “I do,” he says immediately after the question has been asked. His voice is confident, his hand steady in yours.

“Then by the power vested in me by the state of New York, in the presence of God and these witnesses, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” The fact that you were now a married woman is quite overshadowed by what's coming next. You'd been expecting it, of course. It was part of every wedding, a tradition dating back to the Middle Ages according to what you've read. It doesn't mean you haven't been both anticipating and dreading this moment.

The two of you turn to each other at the same time. Veils that covered the face were out of fashion, so you didn't even have to wait for him to lift yours; he had perfect access to you. He puts his hands on either side of your face and leans down to meet your height. He presses his lips to yours, soft as a feather, and the second they meet, you feel like you're floating, butterflies exploding in your stomach.

The kiss only lasts a couple of seconds; he keeps it very chaste since you're surrounded by people. Polite claps spring up around you, but it's only background noise, a very minor annoyance. Most of your attention is captivated by your husband, and how much you wanted him to kiss you again.

The other part of your mind is consumed with the confusing feeling of why you wanted this. He'd made it clear that this was a business transaction, and you'd reminded yourself of that fact over and over, as a protection for yourself.

But despite all of your caution, despite every wall you'd put up and hid behind… could you really be falling for him?

It would be a supremely stupid thing to do, of course. You'd only be setting yourself up to get your heart broken. But if you were still feeling this way, even with all your precautions, you didn't see a way to make it stop.

“Come along,” he murmurs into your ear. “I've hired a photographer. I'm sure you'd want at least one picture.”

“Oh… yes, of course,” you say, sounding a bit dazed. Pictures had changed, even in your short lifetime. They used to be quite expensive and time consuming. They weren't exactly cheap now, but didn't take near as long, so they'd all but replaced painted portraits. The only thing that remained a constant was that they were reserved for special events; primarily, family portraits, and, of course, weddings. You yourself had only had one picture taken with your parents, just a year before your father had died.

People began to file out, heading to the banquet hall just across the road, since your social statuses decreed there must be a party to accompany the wedding. But as they left, a photographer entered–and, most interestedly, it was a woman.

As her team set up her equipment, she was busy directing how you were to pose. After one look at Mr. Onceler's height, it was decided he would sit so he wouldn't completely dwarf you. You were still able to place your hand into his arm, while your other grasped your bouquet.

“Stay just like that!” the photographer called as she made her way to her camera. You school your face into a neutral expression. The last thing you wanted was to ruin your own wedding picture due your haywire emotions.

You manage to stay still as the flash goes off, then blink several times as stars dance in your eyes, rather uncannily reflecting your own mental state. The brightness hit heavily when you were right in front of it. At least it was over now. Mr. Onceler stands, his form slowly becoming less hazy as your vision recovers. He slips his arm around your waist and leans down to whisper in your ear. “How are you feeling? Regret anything yet?”

“Do you want me to?” you ask. Better to have a smart mouth with him than be honest and give him any hint of your true feelings.

Sure enough, he chuckles in amusement. “Good to know that our marriage has not dulled that tongue of yours, Mrs. Onceler.” That makes you freeze in the middle of taking a step, which he could hardly fail to notice. “Oh? And where's that infamous wit now?” he teases.

His vexing at least spurs something to come out of your mouth. “And why do you think I want to take your name? Mine, after all, has more prestige, as you were quickly to notice. Perhaps I want to keep it.” You really could lie when push came to shove. You didn't mind giving up your name and taking his. It was just so bizarre after being called by your maiden name all your life.

He laughs at that, a genuine one this time rather than the sarcastic chuckle he gave earlier. “I'm afraid that's not the way the world works, darling,” he reminds you. “And I think you gave up any pride you had in your name when you agreed to sully it with mine.”

“And here I thought my name was the only reason you wanted to marry me in the first place,” you shoot back. “Don't tell me there was any ulterior motive, was there sir?”

“‘Sir?’” he asks with a raised eyebrow. “I'm your husband now and you still deign to call me sir? Not very romantic of you.”

“And since when has this relationship ever been romantic?” Try as you might, you can't keep the bitterness that truth brings from creeping into your tone. You hope he doesn't pick up on it, but one look at his face proves that hope was in vain; he's gone from looking amused to frowning down at you, brow furrowed.

You turn away and start heading for the exit to join everyone else. The last thing you want is for him to make any of his own conclusions when you yourself didn't even know what you were feeling. And you especially didn't want any of these possible conclusions to lead him to give you pity.

He grabs your hand and spins you around just before you can make it to the door. Very, very hesitantly, he says your name, pauses, then restarts. “I know that I'm not the man you had probably hoped to marry for most of your life,” he says. “But I do want you to know, now that you are my wife, if there's anything you need, or just want, please do not hesitate to speak to me about it. I want to do everything in my power to make you happy.”

You barely resist the urge to scoff in his face. Just like a typical man, trying to fix every problem by purchasing something. You'd learned long ago most problems weren't fixed by this in the slightest. “I'm afraid what I want is something you can't give me,” you whisper. “I don't even know myself what it is,” you add hastily before he gets the wrong idea.

He reaches up and runs his thumb over your cheek, and you can't stop your slight tremble at his touch. He stops just shy of your lips. “Let me know when you find out,” he murmurs, his expression unreadable. You're relieved when he leads you out the door a moment later. Though you weren't exactly looking forward to being the center of attention at your reception, at least that was something you knew you could navigate. Better yet, it would take your mind off your new husband.

As you predicted, your reception is a bit of a madhouse. Everyone wanted to speak to you at least once, though Alice made sure she got her time first. Just talking took up most of your social skills. Most of these people barely knew you, while others bought into the rumors Mrs. Hunte had done her best to spread about you being hardly better than a harlot. Those who were hostile didn’t dare damage their standing with Mr. Onceler like the Hunte’s had decided to, but they also didn’t work to hide their disdain; you saw more than a few sneers aimed in your direction.

You couldn’t entirely forget Mr. Onceler, of course. He was by your side the entire time, and more often than not, he had his arm wrapped securely around your waist. As you guessed, when food was served he insisted you eat a full plate, and also made a point of leading to a now almost nostalgic dance floor several times. He was now the only person allowed to dance with you, unless he granted direct permission to someone else. No man asked at your wedding however; it would be a surefire way to earn his wrath.

And while the reception lasted well after the sun dipped below the horizon, it still felt over and done with far too quickly, considering what was coming. After several hugs from Alice and her family, there was no one left except you, Mr. Onceler, Nellie, and Mrs. Ryan.

“Get going, you three,” Mrs. Ryan laughed. She’d indulged in the large amount of wine available and was in a great mood. “I’ll arrange for this all to be cleaned, don’t worry about a thing.”

“I’ll pay you back for that, Matilda,” Mr. Onceler says as he starts to lead you outside; he’s had his own personal car loaded with the last of your things, and it waited to take you to your new home.

“You will not if you know what’s good for you,” Mrs. Ryan threatens with a harmless swat at his arm. “This is a wedding present for the two of you.” He just rolls his eyes at her before taking you the rest of the way to his car. It only just has enough room for the three of you and your belongings. You sit in the passenger seat, a bit of an odd change for you.

After a few moments of silence, you speak up. “So, I don’t think I ever asked where you live…” you start before he interrupts you.

“I’m still on the Upper East Side, don’t worry,” he smirks. “Although I also have a house upstate where I spend a lot of time. Obviously I expect you to join me during the months I’m up there. Ah, here we are.” You turn to see an admittedly giant house, much bigger than your mother’s. And though he was indeed still within the limits of the Upper East Side, it wasn’t in an area you had frequented. If you were in the upper class, this was the upper class of the upper class. It might as well have been a different state.

A manservant runs to take your things as you get out of the car. Mr. Onceler turns to you. “I’ll trust Nellie to show you to your room. Though I expect to see you sooner rather than later.” He gives you a meaningful look before disappearing into the house.

You couldn’t ignore it any longer. The day was far from over, and now the real tribulation would begin.

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In 1997, at age 17, Imam left her family in Eritrea (country in the Northeast region of Africa) and moved to Dallas to seek a better life than her repressive home country could offer. After finish high school in her country she went to US to college where she studied theatrical costume design She’s come a long way since her first job as a cashier at McDonald’s

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Ball Gown: Known for its full skirt and fitted bodice, often seen in fairy-tale or princess-themed weddings.

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Sheath: A slim, narrow cut that follows the body's natural line, often minimalistic and elegant.

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Journal des Dames et des Modes, Costume Parisien, 15 août 1823, (2173): Costume d'une mariée. Coeffure ornée d'un voile de dentelle et d'une guirlande de fleurs d'oranger. Robe-Blouse en tulle brodé ornée de deux volans de dentelle et de deux rangées de coques de satin. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Woman dressed in a bridal gown. She wears a 'robe-blouse' of embroidered tulle, decorated with two pleated strips of lace and two rows of 'coques' of satin. 'Coeffure' decorated with a veil of lace and a garland of orange blossom. Accessories: earrings, necklace, flower corsage, gloves, bracelets on both wrists, shoes with square toes. The print is part of the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published by Pierre de la Mésangère, Paris, 1797-1839.

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In most European countries, a national costume was worn in its most ornate form as the bridal gown, and some garments were added to designate the girl as the bride;

this was often a verbose title.

And what titles were these!

Various colors, fabrics, textures and even precious jewels were used in the bridal headpiece.

Bridal crowns differed from region to region.

Some tiaras can be so heavy that they need to be sewn into the bride's hair to fit properly.

The shape of the crown differed in different parts of the country;

it was usually circular and worn like an ordinary crown, but in some places it was crescent-shaped and tied under the chin like a bonnet.

......

Çoğu Avrupa ülkesinde, gelin elbisesi olarak en süslü haliyle ulusal bir kostüm giyilirdi ve kızı gelin olarak belirtmek için bazı giysiler eklenirdi;

bu genellikle ayrıntılı bir başlıktı.

Ve bunlar ne başlıklardı!

Gelin başlığında çeşitli renkler, kumaşlar, dokular ve hatta değerli mücevherler kullanıldı.

Gelin taçları bölgeden bölgeye farklılık gösteriyordu.

Bazı taçlar o kadar ağır olabilir ki yerine tam oturması için gelinin saçına dikilmesi gerekir.

Tacın şekli ülkenin farklı yerlerinde farklılık gösteriyordu;

genellikle daireseldi ve sıradan bir taç gibi takılırdı, ancak bazı yerlerde hilal şeklindeydi ve çenenin altından bone gibi bağlanırdı.

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Failure to Launch- Never Ever Have I- Chapter

Summary: Sidney and Evie face important decisions about his career and their wedding

Last chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/starshine-hockey-girl/713183735570415616/planning-on-perfection-never-ever-have-i

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THURSDAY AFTERNOON-NOVEMBER 6th- SIDNEY’S HOUSE- PITTSBURGH

Evie slid her laptop into her backpack before she checked to ensure that all of her accessories were in place. She was flying into New York City to meet up with Sidney before Adriana and Taylor flew into the next morning. Sidney had been on a road trip and would be playing the New York Islanders the next day. Evie had booked an appointment at the infamous Kleinfeld's bridal salon to shop for her wedding gown. It was the last main component she had to complete for the wedding planning. She was lost in thought, mentally going through her packing checklist, when she heard a loud knock on the door.

Evie looked up and walked to the door. She looked through the peephole and opened the door. A uniformed driver stood with his back to her. After he turned around, Evie exclaimed, "Buddy, what are you doing here? I haven't seen you in ages.”

“Ms. Montgomery, I am here to take you to the airport.” he said cheerfully.

Evie looked confused. She had planned to drive to the airport herself and had not arranged transportation. “I am sorry, but can you tell me who booked the trip?” Even as she said, she was fairly certain she could guess the name.

“Mr. Crosby, ma’am,” he answered.

Evie smiled, “Oh, he forgot to tell me. Let me get my bags for you.” She gathered her large suitcase and backpack and handed it to the driver. He took them and placed them in the trunk of the car. Then he opened the back door for Evie to get into the back seat of the sedan. On the far side of the seat, a small basket of snacks sat with a tiny bottle of sparkling Moscato included. Evie grinned as she saw the card. She opened it and read it silently.

My Princess- Did you think I would let you drive yourself to the airport like some sort of peasant? Have a glass of wine and enjoy the ride. I can’t wait to see you tonight. It’s been too long.

Evie rolled her eyes. They had been apart for three days. After the three weeks during the summer, this separation had been a piece of cake. She opened the bottle of Moscato and poured a glass. She enjoyed the sweet taste and relaxed into the seat. When the driver took an exit, she sat up and looked around. The route was familiar and she struggled to place it. They were not heading to the Delta gate. Suddenly, she recognized where they were heading. “Sidney Patrick Crosby- no you didn’t,” she thought as they pulled into the gate for the private jet airstrip.

The car pulled up to the side of the waiting jet. The cabin steward stood at the bottom of the stairs. The driver met him in the middle and handed off the luggage. He then opened Evie's car door and offered his hand. When Evie got out of the back seat, she reached into her purse to retrieve cash to tip Buddy. She laughed, "Thank you, Buddy. I am sorry I don't have the amount that Sidney usually gives you. I wasn't expecting it and haven't been to the ATM yet."

"Mr. Crosby already gave a generous gratuity, Ma'am," he said with a knowing grin, "You're all set." She thanked him again and turned to walk up the stairs to the jet. She pulled out her phone and dialed Sidney.

Sidney: Good afternoon my Princess.

Evie: Beso…

Sidney: Yes, my Princess.

Evie: What have you done?

She began her climb up the stairs as she spoke.

Sidney: I just arranged a little transportation, Evie.

Evie: Buddy was my driver, by the way. Did you know that?....... You arranged it, didn't you?

Sidney: Possibly.

Evie: You don't think that a private jet is a little excessive for one person?

She reached the top of the stairs.

Sidney: For one person? Yes, it is excessive, but there is more than one passenger.

Evie: What do you mean by more than one passenger? Who is coming?

She turned and looked at the parking lot and saw no cars.

Evie: Is someone coming out for the game? Who is it?

Sidney: See for yourself

Evie: What did you do, Beso?

Evie stepped inside the jet and turned to look at the cabin. Adriana and Taylor stood on the right side of the cabin, which had been decorated with balloons and streamers. There was a big sign:

Evie dropped and ran to them. They started squealing excitedly and talking over each other. Hugs were exchanged and tears flowed.

"Evie!!!!!" Sidney yelled, "Evie!!!!!"

She looked around and remembered she was speaking to Sidney before she dropped the phone. Evie picked it up, "Sorry Beso- I dropped my phone," she said excitedly, "I can't believe you did this for me. I mean, I shouldn't be surprised, but this is unexpected."

Sidney grinned in his hotel room. The line went quiet and Evie whispered, "Sidney, you there?"

"Yeah, I am here," he said softly. He felt a lump form in his throat. "I'm here," he repeated, "I am enjoying listening to you." His voice lowered, "I could listen to you for hours, especially when you are happy. Making you happy, making you laugh…." His voice trailed off before he swallowed hard, "It's like a drug. It's a little piece of magic. I think I may be addicted to it. I think I may be addicted to you."

Evie got quiet and stepped away from Adriana and Taylor, who exchanged knowing looks. "Is that a bad thing?" she asked softly, "I hope it's not a bad thing. I really hope it's not a bad thing because I know that I am addicted to you. I am so addicted to you."

Sidney smiled broadly, "It's an amazing thing, Evie. I love you so much." Evie stepped further away, "Beso, you are going to make me cry happy tears. I love you so much too. Thank you for this. I want you to know how much I appreciate it."

"I know, Evie, I know" he replied, "I should let you go so that you can take off now. I'll see you when you get here. I am room 8787. Love you."

"Bye Beso," she smiled, "I'll see you soon. Can't wait. Love you most."

Taylor's voice boomed through the plane, "For Pete's sake, quit being mushy and let's get this party started. I can't take the sweetness. I might vomit." Adriana giggled and Taylor crossed her arms in mock frustration.

Evie sighed, "Beso, I have to go. Taylor's bitter that she is single and she’s jealous of our love." She turned around and smiled sweetly at Taylor. "Maybe we need to set her up," she laughed, "Got any single friends?"

"Ummmm," Sidney said as he tried to extricate himself from this exchange, "Bye Evie Rose."

"Bye Beso," she smiled. She turned to face Taylor. "Are you done,?" she asked.

Taylor smiled back, "Come on, I had to give you a hard time, Evie."

"Maybe if you were getting another kind of hard time, you wouldn't need to give me one," Evie raised an eyebrow, "I am getting some tonight which is why I am not giving a hard time back to you," Evie teased.

Taylor laughed, "Ewwww, ewwwwww- that's just gross!"

"You started it, Tay," Evie went to sit in her chair, "Don't start none, won't be none."

Adriana watched the banter back and forth, "Yeah, you guys have the sister thing down. Damn, you two go hard."

“That’s what Sidney likes,” Evie added.

“Oh dear Lord, make it stop!” Taylor protested.

FITZGERALD SUITE-PLAZA HOTEL-NYC

Evie walked to the window and opened the curtains to see the view of the New York City Skyline. She had booked the Fitzgerald suite for herself at the team hotel for their weekend stay. Taylor and Adriana had retreated to their suites to freshen up and get ready for their dinner. She turned with a smile when she heard the soft knock. "Beso," she thought as she crossed to the door. She threw open the door with flourish. Evie blinked and shook her head, sure that her eyes had deceived her. "Matteo?" she asked, "Matteo, is that really you? Why are you here?"

"Do you think I would let you pick a wedding dress without me?" he laughed, "Are you going to let me in?"

"Of course," she stood back and let him enter. Matteo glanced around the large suite. "I see you are living the bougie life now that you are engaged" he teased.

"Excuse me, but this is all me and not Sidney. The Plaza is a sister brand to the Fairmont so they were very willing to accommodate us," she retorted, "Ummm, do you not remember my suite in Dallas? This is much smaller,"

"Everything is bigger in Texas," he joked. "Now tell me the plans. Sidney was not forthcoming with the details." Evie tilted her head in question. "It was Sidney's idea for me to come. I am officially the tiebreaker in case the other two disagree," he explained.

"Disagree on what?" she questioned.

"On which dress to pick. Don't you remember the rules of “Say Yes to the Dress?" he smiled.

"Don't try on a dress you can't afford?" she said earnestly.

"Yeah, I don't think you'll have that problem," he razzed, "Okay, maybe it wasn't an official rule. Still I am here."

Evie grinned widely, "This is the best surprise. Sidney planned it? Matteo, did he really bring you here to help me pick my dress?" Matteo nodded yes. "Awwww, Teo…." she cried. She ran and squeezed him in a tight hug. Happy tears streamed down her face.

"No tears, Evita." Matteo ordered, "No tears until we find your dress. Until then, get your ass in gear. We have reservations."

"Reservations?" she said in confusion, "Who made reservations?" Then it clicked in her brain, "He has this whole evening planned, right? And tomorrow too?"

"I am sworn to secrecy," Matteo said as Evie went to her suitcase to pull out a dress. "Evie, check the closet," Matteo hummed.

She opened the closet door. Hanging in the closet was the Marchesa dress that she coveted for months.

Attached to the hanger was a note in Sidney's handwriting.

Mon Etoile- It's been a while since I spoiled you in a big way. I hope you have enjoyed the surprises so far. Relax and enjoy your night. I'll see you after dinner. Matteo has the details. Your groom- Sidney

Evie smiled and re-read the salutation again. "Your Groom" made her heart sing. She felt the overwhelming desire to call him, but resisted the urge. Instead she dressed and went out to meet her entourage.

SIDNEY’S ROOM-PLAZA HOTEL-NYC

The hockey game played quietly on the television while he reclined on the bed and read his book. He was engrossed in it and almost didn't hear the soft knock on the door. He smiled after he looked at the time. The knock could only mean one thing- Evie. He checked the peep hole and saw her standing there. She held her shoes in her hand and shifted her weight from side to side.

"Evie," he smiled as he opened the door and pulled her inside, away from eyes that pry. She looked around the room and made a beeline to the bed. When she stopped at the edge of the bed and moved her hair out of the way, he understood the unspoken request to unzip her dress. His hand slid the zipper pull down and she stepped out of the dress. He kissed her shoulder and neck tenderly, "Mon Etoile, you smell amazing."

She crawled onto the bed and patted the spot next to her. He found his position next to her. When he settled, she wrapped her body around his and sighed. They were both aware of the time and the limited time they would have before his curfew. "Beso, do you need to fuck?" she said with a yawn.

He looked down at her before he lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "The more important question is if you want to fuck," Sidney answered.

She paused for a moment before she answered, "No, not really. I am sorry. The wine at dinner made me sleepy and I am stuffed from the food. We don't have a lot of time before your curfew."

"Then why did you ask if I needed to fuck?" he questioned with a laugh.

"I don't know. I mean, I always like fucking you. We do it almost every night and it relaxes me. If you needed it to go to sleep, we could," she rambled for a bit before she blushed, "Can we not overthink it?"

"You are so tired that you are not making sense," he smiled, "It's cute that you would take one for the team, but not necessary." She took a deep breath and let it go. "Tell me about dinner. Was it amazing?"

They spent the next hour talking about the impressive meal they had eaten. Sidney made a mental note that they needed to return for a proper date one day. A date that included her in that dress and in this lingerie. Evie caught Sidney up on Matteo's life along with Adriana’s progressing relationship with Sean. She did, however, refrain from telling him about Taylor’s new work crush. Some bonds of sisters and Girl’s Night Out rules were sacred. When Evie casually mentioned that the rest of the group had returned to the hotel to change to go out dancing, Sidney questioned her decision not to go.

"Beso," she yawned, "Seeing you was more important than getting drunk in a club. Also, I need to rest tomorrow." Sidney checked the time. It was getting close to curfew.

They dressed and he escorted her to her suite. Sidney watched her in the bathroom as she removed her make-up and got ready for bed. She put on her favorite Crosby t-shirt. He took her hand and guided her to the large, king-sized bed. She smiled as he tucked her into bed then sat on the edge of the bed.

"I won't see you tomorrow morning?" she asked quietly. He shook his head no. It was the first game against the Islanders after the disastrous playoff series. Evie was certain that he hold firm to his game day quirks which mean taking great care to avoid Taylor at all costs. "I can call or text if I need to though?" she asked for assurance.

"Yes," he spoke softly, "I will see you after the game, but call or text any time you need me."

"Beso," she whispered, "Thank you. I am not going to argue about the big time spoiling. I am just thankful that you are MY GROOM."

"I am thankful that you are MY BRIDE," he bent down to kiss her, "Now get some sleep."

NEXT MORNING-KLEINFELD BRIDAL SALON

Evie looked with wonder around the lobby of the venable Kleinfeld's bridal salon. It was smaller than it looked on television, but was still impressive. She approached the reception desk. "Hi, my name is Evie Montgomery. I have a ten o'clock appointment with Lisa," she said to the receptionist. The receptionist officially checked them in and buzzed Lisa to let her know that Evie had arrived.

She then walked over to the rest of the group. She stood and fidgeted with a bag she held that carried her wedding shoes and a selection of various undergarments that would work under the dresses she hoped to try.

Lisa, famed bridal consultant from Say Yes to the Dress, walked up to the group. "Evie?"

She stood and smiled, "That's me. I'm Evie. I'm the bride."

Lisa gave her a gentle smile, "Follow me. I will show your group to your area and then take you to your room." The group followed Lisa and Evie through the store like a little line of ducklings. Evie was doing some weird combination of a skip and walk. Her smile was contagious and other customers turned to look. There were whispers, "Is that a celebrity? I swear I've seen her here somewhere." Taylor took a picture and sent it to her mom with the caption "I think she is a *little* excited."

When they arrived at their area, Evie did quick introductions. Lisa asked, "What kind of dress are we looking for today? Do we have a budget in mind?"

Adriana was quick to answer, "I think something form-fitting would be flattering. Sidney is a fan of her curves."

Evie blushed before Matteo chimed in, "Oh definitely we need something sexy. I think mermaid or trumpet style….” Taylor remained silent.

Lisa nodded patiently before she turned to Evie. “What kind of dress do you want?”

Evie looked at Adriana and Matteo before she answered, “I was thinking something form fitted as well. However, I saw some dresses that had an overskirt. I think it would be more appropriate for the ceremony.”

Lisa asked, “What budget did you want to keep in mind?”

Evie hesitated. She had run the numbers on their final budget and come up with a number. Still, it pained her to say it out loud because it seemed mind-blowing to spend that amount of money on a single dress that she would wear for nine or ten hours. Lisa waited patiently, accustomed to the struggles of brides with budgets. Finally, Evie said, “I would like to stay under ten thousand dollars. I can go up to twelve thousand on a dress I really love.”

Lisa smiled, “Let’s go find you a dress.” Together they walked to the dressing room. She opened the door to allow Evie to walk inside. Evie turned back to look at Lisa who just smiled. On the table was a large gift bag and card in Sidney’s handwriting. She walked over to the bag and pulled out a shoe box. She smiled when she saw the Jimmy Choo logo and opened the box. Inside were the shoes that Sidney pointed out to Evie in Las Vegas.

She opened the note and read.

Mon Etoile- I can give the shoes to you now, right? Did you think I forgot about them? I hope that today is everything that you dreamed of and you find the perfect dress for you. That is the only goal for today. Find the perfect dress that you love. I don’t care about the price. In fact, I forbid you, under severe penalty, to look at price tags. Now be a good girl for me, Princess.

Your Groom- Mr. Crosby

Evie turned around and showed Lisa the shoes. “They’re from my Beso. I’m sorry- my fiancé, Sidney,” Evie said wistfully as she sat on the chair. Lisa asked to see a picture of Sidney and Evie gladly obliged while she gushed over her beloved. A lifelong Rangers fan, Lisa instantly recognized Sidney, but gave no indication. Evie relayed Sidney's instruction that her budget was unlimited and she was not to look at any price tags. Lisa laughed and gave a mock salute in acknowledgement of marching orders.They discussed Evie’s vision for the wedding and Lisa left the room to pull dresses.

Evie pulled out her phone and sent a quick selfie of herself in the satin robe with one shoulder exposed. She captioned it, “Hopefully my panties don’t get ripped in this dressing room.” Sidney sent a flirty text back, “You never know.”

There was a knock on the door and a curly brunette popped her head in. "Excuse me," she said cheerfully, "Are you Evie Montgomery?" Evie nodded yes. The brunette opened the door and stepped inside. "HI, I'm Regina. I am one of the producers on Say Yes to the Dress," she started. "Lisa mentioned that your groom's name is Sidney Crosby. I wanted to check to see if you would be interested in being on the show. Brides with famous athlete grooms are always a big hit with viewers. I am sure that they will love your story with Sidney," she suggested. Evie blinked and sat down. "Take a moment to think about it," she added.

Evie's mind raced. She loved the show and was a faithful viewer. However, she was unsure if Sidney and more importantly, the Penguins, would be happy. "Thank you so much for asking, but I have to pass. Don't you always follow up your brides at their alterations and weddings? I am not interested in having my wedding televised," she answered.

"Are you sure? Most athletes enjoy the publicity," Regina stated.

"Yes, but Sidney isn't like most athletes. He isn't even like most men. I am flattered by the other, but I have to decline," she stated firmly.

At that moment Lisa came back with a selection of dresses and Regina made her exit. Evie looked at the three dresses and selected the ivory satin one. Lisa helped her into dress. The plain satin dress hugged her curves in a slim sheath silhouette. The off the shoulder neckline accentuated her delicate collarbone. Evie turned around and gasped a little bit.

"Wow," she said quietly, "I'm really a bride, eh?" She laughed at her bit of Canadian.

Lisa stood back and grinned, "Should we show them?"

"Can we put on the overskirt first?" Evie asked. Lisa added the skirt. Together they walked out to her platform. Adriana, Matteo and Taylor gasped. Evie asked nervously, "What do you think?"

Taylor spoke first, "It's a beautiful dress, but I don't think it's the one."

Adriana added, "It's very classic, but it's pretty simple." Evie turned to look in the mirror and nodded in agreement.

Lisa and Evie returned to the dressing room. "Let's turn up the sparkle, shall we?" Lisa suggested.

Evie walked out to show them white satin sheath dress with ruched waist, with an elegant beaded lace bodice and cap sleeves.

Matteo stepped up to the platform and spread the overskirt out. He stood back and stared at Evie's reflection in the mirror. "What do you think, Evita?"

She smoothed her hands over stomach then over her hips."Can we take off the overskirt?" she asked. Once it was off, Taylor made a tight smile. "I don't think it flatters me," Evie said finally, "The satin skirt highlights every bump. It's a no for me." The others breathed a sigh of relief that she stated the obvious.

Evie smiled when she walked up to the platform in the strapless, beaded lace dress. "What do you think?" She asked.

Adriana's hand went to her mouth, "Evie, it's gorgeous."

Matteo nodded his head in agreement, "Look at the sparkle. You look amazing."

Evie looked at Taylor who was silent. "That's the one, Evie. It's everything you wanted. It fits you like a glove. It's not too plain. It is perfect."

Evie gazed in the mirror and smiled. Her hand ran over the beaded lace. She turned and looked over her shoulder. "Do you have a bouquet to hold?" Lisa handed a bouquet of silk roses to Evie. She held it in front of her and closed her eyes. She imagined when the church doors opened wide and opened her eyes. Then she sighed. She turned to look at Lisa and shook her head no.

Lisa, seeing the expression on her face, suggested going back to the dressing room to regroup. By the time the door closed, tears filled Evie's eyes. "I am sorry. It's not the one," she whispered. Evie was silent as Lisa assisted her in taking off the dress. "Can you give me a minute?" Evie requested.

Once Lisa left, Evie sat down and stared in the mirror. A wave of sadness washed over Evie. She remembered her mother and her dream of Evie finding a good husband. Although Evie judged her for emphasizing that she should find a rich husband, there was never any doubt in her mind that she wanted Evie to find a good man just like her father. Heart ached with resurfaced grief. It was unexpected, but overwhelming. Tears flowed and Evie tried to get them under control. "Think," she told herself, "think." She reached for her phone and hit the dial button.

Trina answered the FT call with a smile, "Evie, did you pick one?" She looked at Evie's face, "Honey, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Trina, I'm sorry," Evie sobbed, "I thought I could do it and now I can't."

"What can't you do?" Trina asked quietly.

"I can't buy a dress," Evie said, "I can't buy a dress without my mom. I don't know what to do. I am so confused. I just need my mom."

Trina blinked back tears. She thought back to wedding dress shopping with her own mother. She couldn't imagine making that choice on her own, even if she did have friends for support. It wasn’t the same as having a mother’s support. Trina thought it was tough enough losing her mother as a middle aged woman, but the way that Evie lost her mother at a time when she still needed her so much? It was unfathomable.

"Oh Evie," Trina soothed, "I am so sorry. Tell me why you are confused."

"I thought I wanted something fitted. Sidney loves when I wear fitted dresses that show off my curves. I found the perfect dress. It is so beautiful…." Evie cried.

"But….. " Trina prompted.

"I don't feel like a princess. I don't feel like Sidney's princess," Evie admitted, "I feel like I should be a princess when I marry my Prince Charming”

"Evie," Trina answered. "Do you want to know what I would tell Taylor? I know I can't take the place of your mother, but it may help." Evie nodded yes. "Buy a dress that makes you feel like his princess. You'll know when you put it on, but buy the big, poofy dress," Evie hesitated. "You can buy them both. Find the princess dress, then find the dress that will take his breath away," Trina encouraged, “You know that Sid will think you look gorgeous in anything that you wear. There is no wrong choice. Go with your gut. It won’t lead you astray.”

"Thank you, Trina," Evie sniffed.

"I hope it's helped," Trina smiled.

"More than you know," Evie smiled.

Lisa knocked on the door and entered the room. "What happened?" Lisa asked quietly.

"I tried to imagine when the church doors open and the view Sidney will see," Evie started to explain before her voice trailed off. "Then I remembered what Sidney calls me. He says that I am his princess."

"And this isn't a Princess dress?" Lisa stated before she smiled. "It's a good thing you came to Kleinfeld's. We specialize in Princess dresses."

"I am so sorry," Evie cried, "I thought I knew what I wanted. I guess I was wrong."

"Say no more," she said, “This happens all the time. I know some dresses that will be perfect.” Lisa walked out of the room. She stopped by and updated Adriana, Matteo and Taylor before heading to the stockroom. Inside the dressing room, Evie picked up her phone and dialed. Sidney picked up. He was walking to the bus after morning skate. When he saw Evie’s tear stained face, he stopped and walked to the side.

Sidney: Evie- what’s wrong?

Evie: Ummmm, I had a little bit of a breakdown but I am better now.

Sidney: Breakdown about what? Is it not going well?

Evie: Ohhhh, they have been lovely. I even got asked to be on the TV show.

Sidney’s eyebrows raised

Evie: I turned it down. I don’t want Flyer fans watching my wedding.

Sidney smiled

Sidney: Why did you break down, Mon Etoile?

Evie sighed: I miss my mom, more than I thought I would. I am alright now. I don’t want you to worry.

Sidney: Are you sure?

Evie: Yes, I talked to your mom and she made me feel much better.

Sidney: Do you need me? I can crash the appointment if you need me.

Evie: No, you can’t see the dress. I mean, when I find the dress.

Sidney: Are you having trouble deciding?

Evie: What do you want me to look like on the wedding day? Don’t give me the whole “You will look beautiful in anything” line either. Tell me what you want.

Sidney: I want you to look like what you are - my princess.

Evie smiled brightly: Thank you. You just made me feel a hundred times better.

Lisa walked into the room, carrying three large dresses and a petticoat.

Evie: I have to go now. I’ll call you when I am done.

Sidney: I’m glad that you called.

Evie: Me too.

Evie eyed each dress, “Let’s try the lace first”

When Evie walked out, her entourage’s mouths dropped. She stepped onto the platform and faced them. Taylor spoke first, “That’s not a fitted dress, Evie.”

Evie patted the large skirt and said, “Observant, Tay- very observant. It’s a princess dress. I tried fitted dresses and they didn’t make me feel the way I want to feel when I marry Sidney.”

“Like a princess?” Adriana asked. Evie nodded her head. Adriana smiled, “Well, I guess since you are getting the fairy tale then a fairy tale dress is what you need.”

Evie said emphatically, “exactly.”

Matteo was quiet and then spoke up, “I like it, but it’s not the one. It’s too plain.” When Adriana agreed, Evie went back to the dressing room.

Taylor's first comment was “Holy boobs, Evie.” Lisa pointed out the neckline could be raised. In the end, it was nixed for being too over the top.

Before they left the room, Evie declared, “This is it. This is the one.” When she walked out, the path from the dressing room to the platform got still and silent. Other bridal parties stopped talking and watched her float by. Evie stepped on the podium and allowed Lisa to fluff the train. Then she looked at her group and declared, “I think I found it. I think I found the one.”

Taylor stood up and walked slowly to the podium. She touched the skirt before she walked around the podium. She spoke softly, “I think we need a veil and the bouquet.” Evie smiled as Lisa added the veil and handed her the bouquet. She turned to face the mirror with her eyes shut. Then she opened them. Taylor stood next to her and they made eye contact in the mirror. Evie silently asked the question that she needed Taylor to answer. “Sid’s going to love it,” Taylor gushed, “He is going to have a heart attack when he sees you but he is going to love it.”

Lisa said, “Are you saying Yes to the Dress?”

They gasped when Evie said, “Not yet.” Looks of confusion spread amongst them. “I think I need a tiara too.” When Lisa placed the perfect tiara on her head, Evie laughed and said, “Ask again.” Lisa asked the infamous question again. This time Evie screamed, “Yes!” as Taylor, Matteo and Adriana crushed her in a group hug.

The rest of the day was a blur to Evie. First, she was taken down to alterations to be measured from head to foot. Detailed instructions about the slight changes that she wanted to make to the dress- the neckline altered to be more modest for the church and the addition of removable straps to cover her shoulders for the ceremony. Then she was taken back upstairs to finalize the paperwork for the two gowns that she selected, plus veil and tiara. Evie’s heart nearly stopped when she saw the final total. However, she simply slid the black AMEX across with a smile.

After completing their time at the bridal shop, the group barely had enough time to rush to the hotel. They made a quick change before heading to Sidney’s game against the New York Islanders. Evie made the executive decision to head down to the glass during warm-ups despite the disastrous results during last year's playoffs. She stood next to the penalty box and banged on the glass. Brian Dumolin shouted to Sidney as he completed his stretches.

He looked up and saw Evie’s bright smile which he returned. She flashed him the heart sign and shouted “I LOVE YOU”. He rewarded her with a quick grin before he returned to his routine. After the Penguins won in overtime, the group gathered outside the locker room to wait for Sidney. He emerged and went straight to Evie. He picked her up and spun her around, “Did you get it? Did you say yes to a dress?” She kissed his cheek and gushed, “I actually got two dresses.” 

Taylor laughed, “Just want until you see her, Sid. You are going to be amazed.” 

Sidney frowned slightly, “Will you show me? I want to see.”

Evie poked his chest, “No Sir, you do not get to see either one until the big day.”

Sidney wiggled his eyebrows, “But how am I going to imagine you walking down the aisle?”

Evie shook her head vehemently, “No Sir. You get no peeks at the dresses. You can call it my superstition and you must honor it. You try to sneak a peek and I will go touch your sticks before every game or hide your jockstrap!”

Sidney pouted, “You wouldn’t!”

Evie pressed her forehead against his and looked him dead in the eyes, “Try me Crosby.”

An hour later, Sidney exited the elevator to walk towards Evie’s suite. He was grateful that the team had decided to spend the night in New York instead of flying directly back to Pittsburgh. It would allow him to spend a little time with Evie until she flies back to Pittsburgh Saturday before the game against Chicago. She had slipped him the room key outside of the locker room with a sly grin. It made the whole scenario feel a lot more dangerous than it actually was. 

He opened the door to a darkened room. No lights were on except for the bathroom light. “Evie,” he called as he turned on one light, “Where are you?” 

“I’m sorry. There are no Evies here tonight,” she replied coyly. 

Sidney smiled as he walked toward the sound of her voice, “Oh really? Then whose voice do I hear?”

Evie grinned as he opened the door to the luxurious bathroom. “It’s the voice of Mr. Crosby’s Princess,” she teased. Evie sat on the edge of the bathtub as the warm water filled it. She wore nothing but the large tiara she had purchased for the wedding and held a chocolate martini. She stood and walked to Sidney, “Mr. Crosby, I thought you might enjoy a warm bath after your game,” He smiled as she set her drink on the counter and began to unbutton his shirt. She kissed his chest after each button and looked up at him through her eyelashes. 

“Nice tiara,” he said softly.

"Do you like it?" She stepped back and did a slow twirl.

"Very much so," he grabbed her hand as she spun around, "You look like a true princess." 

"Whose princess?" She asked as she went back to work and unbundled his pants. He smiled as she made quick work of undressing him.

"My princess," he moaned as her hand went to his cock as he stepped out of his pants, "Fuck……" He leaned against the counter as she went to her knees. Her hand gently wrapped around the shaft and felt it harden beneath her touch. Her tongue circled the tip as Sidney inhaled with a hiss. "Yes, Princess," he moaned, "Do it just the way I like it." Her mouth opened and she slid his cock into it smoothly. Sidney looked down. The sight of the tiara as it balanced on her head as it bobbed up and down was almost too much for him to bear. His fingers gingerly touched the tiara as she sucked and licked him. "Princess… My Princess is such a good little slut for me," 

Sidney felt himself losing control. The vision of Evie in her tiara ratcheted the fantasy to the next level. His ability to speak was replaced by animalistic grunts and groans. Evie listened intently and anticipated his release. She held it in her mouth. When he finally looked down, she held out her tongue to show him before she swallowed hard. 

His hands gripped her biceps and pulled her to her feet. She smiled sweetly and he ran his thumb over her forehead. He moved it down her temple, across her cheek and then over her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked in between her lips. When she released his thumb, his hand moved behind her head. He pulled her into a kiss. "My princess," he moaned, "I need to fuck you in that tiara. I want to bury my cock deep into you as you wear it."

She smirked before she leaned over the bathroom counter. She spread her legs then looked back at him. Then Evie wiggled her ass as he stroked his cock to bring it back to life. He teased her with the tip before he thrust into her wet and waiting sex. They both gasped before he began pumping his hips. His gasp changed from a pleasurable moan to a thinly veiled wince. She saw the pained expression on his face and stood up. She pushed him back to sit on the ottoman placed in front of the make up mirror. Relief spread across his face. Relief turned into pleasure as she lowered herself down on him in a reverse cowgirl position. She started riding his cock like a piston.

She moaned as his fingers reached around to work their magic on her clit. The second hand brought her torso up to his chest. His mouth went to her neck where he lavished open mouth kisses, sucking softly. Evie's eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror. "Don't worry, Princess. I won't mark up your neck. It's too pretty," he whispered into her ear, "Instead I will make you cum all over my cock."

"Please," was the only sound that she could manage as he pushed her forward, tilted her hips and used his hands to push her up and down until his cock began hitting the spot. Her moans became grunts echoing off the cold marble. He whispered his nasty thoughts in her ear- how he couldn't wait to dive under her dress at the wedding and make her shake with desire. As if on cue, her thighs began to tremble. Her body began to collapse before the trembling spread. Sidney's arm wrapped around her waist as she came undone. He followed right behind her. 

Evie stared at Sidney in the mirror. They both clung to each other- short of breath and delirious with desire. When she whispered, “Beso,” he understood immediately. He swooped her in his arms and sat her on the counter. He walked over and added hot water to the bathtub to bring it up to an acceptable temperature. She watched him silently as she reached for her martini and slipped it slowly. She smiled when he walked over and kissed her softly before he removed her tiara. “Let’s go, Mon Etoile,” he said as he carried her to the bath. She stood until he climbed in and took his spot. Then she eased her body down and rested with her back against his chest. He gently lapped bubbles and water over her chest. 

“Evie?” he said softly, trying to gauge her mindset.

“Hmm?” she answered softly. 

“That was really good,” he kissed the back of her head.

“I’m glad you liked it. I was inspired by the tiara,” she said as he massaged his thighs, “which by the way, is the only piece of my wedding attire that you will see until July.” 

“Tell me about Kleinfeld’s. Did they really ask you to be on the show?” he asked. Evie flipped over, adjusted her body between his legs and rested her chin on his chest. She explained in vague details about her experience. She told him about the six dresses that she tried on when he interrupted her. 

“Were you a good girl, Princess? Did you buy your dress without looking at the price tag?” he asked. 

 She kissed his chest “Well, I did have to look at the final price when I paid, but not until then. Does that count?” 

“Very proud of you,” he praised as she rested her head on his chest again. 

Evie suddenly became aware of the time. “Beso,” she said, “You need to get back to your room.”

“Tomorrow is a travel day. They don’t care,” he soothed, “I’ll slip into my room before breakfast. I intend to sleep with my fiancée tonight.” He moved from side to side and slid lower into the tub. 

Evie noticed the grimace as he adjusted himself in the bath. “Is it bothering you?” she asked quietly. Sidney’s sports hernia continued to be problematic. Post game it was usually tender and painful. The intensity of his thrusting exacerbated the impact. 

“Yeah, it’s throbbing now,” he groaned, “The bath will help though.” 

“We’re getting closer to you needing to consider the surgery, right?” she asked, “Now that Geno is back?”

“I am going to hold out for as long as I can- ideally to the All Star break.” he replied. She questioned him. "I need to be healthy for the playoffs and the wedding," he smiled.

"The wedding?" She smiled, "How hard are you planning on wobbling at the reception?"

"Funny…." He pulled her to his lips for a kiss, "I mean honeymoon."

"Mmmm, where are you taking me for our honeymoon," she asked.

"Someplace with a big bed, a big bathtub and nice view," he smiled.

"We need to get that hernia fixed, Beso," she kissed him leisurely.

"Yes ma'am," he smiled as he pressed her into him, "However, I think I can manage another round tonight."

"Let's go," she kissed him and lowered herself on him again.

November 9th- PPG Arena- Pittsburgh

Evie sat next to young Nikita Malkin watching the Penguins attempting to come back from a two to one score against the Chicago Blackhawks. Evie's attention went to Sidney as he was by the boards. He was hit by Gustafson but the collision wasn't that hard. What caught her attention was the pained expression on his face as he skated back into the play. When he headed off the ice after a blocked shot, she knew that something was wrong. Sidney leaving the ice during a game always signaled that something was wrong. Him leaving with a pained expression while the Penguins trailed signaled that something was really wrong.

"Niki," Evie explained to the young boy, "I am going to check on Sid."

"Is he hurt like Papa?" Nikita asked.

Anna and Evie exchanged a look. "Yes, like Papa but not exactly the same."

Evie made her way down to the underbelly of the arena. Various Penguins acknowledged her presence before one of the trainers stopped to say that he was being examined. Then they invited her to wait inside. She heard the sound of Sidney's voice but couldn't make out the exact words. Someone from the staff informed him that Evie was waiting for him.  

The same trainer came out, "He is done for the game. You can come in to see him." Evie walked in as they placed ice bags on Sidney’s groin. As soon they determined that he was set, the training staff left the room to give them some privacy. She walked to the side of the table and leaned against the edge of it.

He wiped sweat from his brow with a towel. "It re-aggravated the hernia," he spoke softly. "They are going to make arrangements for an MRI and ultrasound tomorrow. Then I will see the surgeon in Philly," he explained.

Evie's head popped up at the word surgeon. "In Philly?" she asked.

"Yeah, he is the best doctor," he answered, "Will you come with me?"

Evie leaned forward and pressed head forward to meet his forehead, "Of course."

"Surgery is not decided yet," he asserted, "but we will know more so we can make a decision."

"We?" she asked.

"We're a team, Evie," he said, "Anything this serious needs to be a team decision."

Evie smiled, "but you're the team captain."

"Co-captain," he corrected.

"Co-captain," she agreed.

TUESDAY MORNING-NOVEMBER 12TH- VINCERA INSTITUTE- NAVY YARD- PHILADELPHIA 

The medical assistant came out of the door and said loudly, “Evie? Evie Montgomery?” Evie lifted her head from her book and walked to the door. She followed the medical assistant through the door. Once inside, the medical assistant, Melissa, spoke more freely. “We are through with Sid’s imaging and physical exam. I am going to take you to Dr. Myers’ office. Sid is already there and Dr. Myers will be in a few minutes,” Melissa instructed. Evie nodded and steadied her breathing. 

When the door opened, Sidney pushed himself up out of the chair with a grimace and stood. Evie went to him and he pulled her into a hug. “I’m okay. Don’t worry,” he said softly as she took her seat. He waited until she was seated before he returned to the seat. 

“I don’t understand why they made you do the MRI and ultrasound again,” she asked as Dr. Myers walked into his office. 

“My staff has been with me for years. They know exactly what I need to see in order to make the best diagnosis. I trust the images I get from them more than others. I am glad that we have them,” Dr. Myers answered Evie’s concern as he walked in the door. He stopped and held out his hand to Evie. “I’m Bill Myers,” he introduced himself, “I met Sid during the exam.” 

Evie gulped, “I’m Evie, Sidney’s fiancée. I didn’t mean to insult you.”

“No insult taken, Evie. I appreciate the question,” the surgeon said as he went to sit behind his desk. “So the new images give me some good news and some bad news,” he stated plainly. 

Sidney leaned forward, “Give me the bad news.” 

Dr. Myers turned on the computer monitor and tapped a few keys on the keyboard. “It looks like the tear is at minimum a grade four tear and most likely closer to a grade five tear. You need surgery to repair the tear. It will not heal without it.”

Evie matched Sidney’s posture, “What’s the good news?”

Dr. Myers looked directly at Evie, “I am the best at this type of surgery. I can make this repair and he can be back to playing hockey in less than two months.”

Evie spoke softly, “So surgery is unavoidable? It has to get done.” 

Dr. Myers answered, “Sid could rest it enough to play again through the discomfort. He has already shown remarkable ability to play through what must be intense pain. However, eventually it will tear even further and the surgery will be more complex.”

Evie squeezed Sidney’s hand. The trio stared at each other for a moment. Evie looked at Sidney who simply said, “If you have questions, you should ask them.” 

Evie blurted out, “Tell me everything.” 

Dr. Myers smiled, “Of course.” He then spent the next ten minutes explaining the injury to Evie. Then he explained the surgery step by step. He then explained the recovery process. 

Evie looked at Sidney nervously, “Ummmm, what are the risks?” Dr. Myers explained the minimal risks but ended with an ominous warning of potential death under anesthesia. 

Evie choked out, “I’m sorry. What?” 

“It’s small, but it is still a risk,” Dr. Myers explained. 

Evie felt her stomach drop and instantaneously felt light-headed. “Excuse me, excuse me,” she said as she raced to the trash can. The contents of her breakfast came forth in a most unglamorous fashion. Sidney ran to her and held her hair back. "I am sorry," she whispered, "I am so sorry." She sat then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "When? When would it be?" she asked.

"The first available time is Thursday," the surgeon explained.

Sidney looked back and forth between them, "When do you need a decision?"

Dr. Myers, "We will hold the operating room for you until tomorrow at noon."

"You'll have your answer by then," Sidney said to the surgeon. "Come on, Mon Etoile, let's go talk," he whispered.

He took her hand and guided out of the office. They stopped briefly at the restroom so she could rinse her mouth. Then they left the surgery center and got into the car that took them directly to the private jet waiting to take Sidney to meet the team in New York. Evie was silent on the drive and flight. 

It was only after they arrived at the hotel that Sidney pushed the issue. "We need to discuss it, Evie," he stated as he crawled onto the bed and patted the space next to him.

"I'm scared," she said quietly as she climbed next to him.

"Scared of what?" He asked as he took her hand.

"You could die," she whispered.

"Evie, I am not going to die," he answered emphatically.

"He said it was a possibility," she looked at her hands.

"They say that for any surgery," he laughed, "It doesn't mean it will happen."

"They do?" she said in surprise.

"Yes," he turned to her, "you've never had surgery?" She shook her head no. "You thought I might die?" He asked tenderly. She shook her head yes. "Oh Evie, no….." He pulled her into his chest, "It's like one in one hundred thousand." 

She looked up, "What do you want to do, Beso?" 

"I want to take a nap and go watch the game," he squeezed her tight, "Then I want to come back and make love to you."

"About the hernia, Beso," she said.

"We'll decide tonight, after I make you scream my name," he nipped at her neck.

LATER THAT NIGHT- PLAZA HOTEL-NYC

Sidney pushed Evie against the wall of the hotel elevator. His thigh spread her legs as his hand slid under her shirt. They quickly separated when the doors opened. He walked directly behind and pressed against her as she used the key to open the door to his hotel room. “Beso,” she moaned as they entered the room, “Won’t they be pissed that I don’t have my own room. 

“I am not playing, Evie,” he pulled her to him and kissed her neck, “They don’t care.”

“Good,” she panted as they began to strip, “I believe that you have plans.”

He smirked as she won the striptease race and plopped down on the bed. He went to his knee and pulled her to the edge of the bed. “Beso!” she giggled as he began to shower her thighs with kisses. The giggles turned to moans as his mouth made contact with her pussy. Her legs went over his bare shoulders and she looked down to see the top of his head. When she began her breathless encouragement, he looked up at her and smiled. Sidney quickly had her soaring on the high of an orgasm. 

He stood and removed his boxers which was the only remaining item of clothing on his body. He crawled with her up the bed until their heads were near the headboard. He got on his side, right next to her and teased her with gentle caresses. He stole a glance below his waist with a slight frown. Evie sat up on her elbows and looked down as well. His cock was distinctly flaccid. She looked up at his face. “Beso?” she questioned. In the fourteen months they had been together, this level of activity had never failed to produce an erection. In fact, most times it was a look or delicate moan in his ear that produced the desired response. 

Evie’s hand went to it and she stroked slowly. Sidney moaned lightly but his cock remained soft. She looked up and asked shakily, “Are you not in the mood?” 

“I am. Give me just a second,” he responded with considerable effort to appear calm when internally he was freaking out. He put his hand around the shaft and gently moved hers out of the way. He stroked with more force with the same result. 

“What if I…. “ she said as she maneuvered herself lower. She licked tentatively before becoming more aggressive. Nothing produced the desired results. 

“Evie,” he said finally, “Evie, I don’t think it’s going to happen.” He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. “FUCK!” he groaned loudly. Evie sat up and crawled next to him. “They said that this might be an issue with the hernia.” 

She kissed his shoulder before she looked up at him, “It’s the hernia and not me?”

“Evie….” he said in disbelief, “It is absolutely not you. You usually have the opposite effect on me.”

“So….” she stated.

Sidney bent over and pulled his phone from his pocket. He dialed Chris Stewart, head of the Penguins medical staff. "Schedule the surgery," Sidney said without introduction, "first available time." He paused for Chris's response. "Let me know when you have logistics nailed down," he spoke tersely, "of course Evie will accompany me. I'll look for the text."

He put the phone down and rolled over on his side. She did the same. "Sorry about the lack of fucking tonight," he said with a smile.

"It's a good thing you had me seeing God right before that," she caressed his cheek, "Maybe we can try again tomorrow."

"I promise that it's not you," he whispered 

"I'll give you a pass," she whispered back, "this one time."

THURSDAY MORNING-NOVEMBER 14TH- VINCERA INSTITUTE SURGERY CENTER

The nurse left the VIP pre-op suite after inserting the IV drip into the back of Sidney's hand. He was taking particular care to have the medical professionals explain each step of the process to Evie to ease her anxiety. A few minutes later, the anesthesiologist came in to go over last minute details. Dr Myers followed soon after to check in with Sidney.

He turned to Evie. "The surgery should take approximately ninety minutes from the time we start. After I finish up, I'll come give you the update. You are welcome to stay in this suite during the surgery. Do you have any last minute questions?"

Evie blushed and began, "I watched a YouTube video of the surgery." 

"You did what?" Sidney coughed.

"I was nervous and couldn't sleep," she answered. She turned to Dr. Myers. "In the video, it mentioned being careful not to disturb the spermatic cord. Could that impact our ability to have children in the future?" 

Dr. Myers smiled, "Ahhh, I know that video. Yes, I will take great care not to disturb the cord." She breathed a sigh of relief. "Evie," he soothed, "I have done this over twenty thousand times. I haven't nicked the cord once."

Evie teared up, "You might have done it twenty thousand times. That doesn't matter to me. I only care about this time. I only care about Sidney."

The surgeon nodded solemnly, "I will take very good care of him. I will return him to you better than ever." Evie nodded back and he walked out of the room.

The nurse popped in to let them know that the anesthesiologist would be in a few minutes and they would take Sidney back a few minutes later. Sidney patted the bed. She sat down and faced him. Evie leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't you die on me, Sidney. Don't you die," she whispered as the tears fell from her eyes

He pushed her up so that he could wipe her tears,"I am going to be fine, Mon Etoile." He took her face in his hands and brought it closer to kiss her tears. "I am not going to die. I will not leave you. I know that you are scared, but I will not leave you," he spoke passionately. His voice lowered to barely above a whisper, "Baby Girl, listen to Daddy. I will NOT LEAVE YOU."

"Promise?" she whispered back.

"Promise," he kissed her firmly.

Evie looked around and whispered, "Okay Daddy, I'll stop freaking out." 

"Good girl," he smiled and caressed her cheek as they pressed their foreheads together.

The anesthesiologist walked in, "It's time for a little happy juice. Then we'll take him back a few minutes after that." He came and injected the sedative into Sidney's IV. "Go ahead and say bye for now," he said. 

Evie watched as the drug started to take effect. A goofy grin spread across his face. "Evie…. Evie- you are so beautiful. I love you so much," he professed. His words slurred "When I wake up, I am going to fuck you so hard...... Yep,gonna tie you up and edge you until you beg for mercy.... Daddy going to give it to his baby Girl"

The nurses and anesthesiologist laughed and Evie rolled her eyes "Yes,Beso....uh huh. Did you forget that there is no sex for three weeks after surgery?"

Sid's bottom lip jutted out, "Just wait until I can. You won't be able to walk the next day."

"Okay, Mr. Crosby-time to go" the nurse said as they started to move his bed out of the room. 

"See, Evie," he nodded his head in their direction, "They don't doubt my abilities. "

Evie walked alongside his bed as they wheeled him down the hall with his hand in her hand. She bent down and kissed his cheek, "You come back to me."

Sidney called back as they pushed him through the double door toward the operating suite, "Bye Evie!!!!"

She wiped her tears and walked back to the suite. She called Trina and Troy to keep them updated. She took about ten minutes to compose herself before pulling her book out to read.

In the hall, Evie heard voices, one with a distinct Russian accent. “No, we play with Sid,” the tall Russian protested when told that only the family could go back to the Pre-Op suite. 

The slightly smaller French Canadian added, “We’re practically family. Go ask Evie.” They followed a nurse to the suite. 

The nurse opened the door in a huff. "These two say they belong to you," she said in a frustrated tone, “I am not supposed to let them in.” 

Evie smiled, “Can you make an exception this time? I’ll keep them quiet.” The nurse looked them over, shook her head and left.

 Kris Letang poked his head in the door sheepishly while Geno entered with a grin. 

"Are we late?" Kris asked, "The drive was longer than I anticipated." He turned to Geno, "SOMEONE had to stop for snacks."

Geno shrugged and held up the bag of convenience store treats. In his other hand, he held a Starbucks cup which he held out to Evie.

"You drove from NYC?" she asked.

"Nooooo," Geno answered, "We take big car here. Tanger snored the entire way."

"I am sorry that you missed Sidney," Evie sighed and sat down, “They just took him back to the operating room. 

"We came for you, not Sid," Letang replied. 

Evie's head popped up in surprise, "Me?'

"Sid told us that you were nervous," Geno said quietly, "We didn't want you to wait alone so we came to sit with you." Evie looked back and forth between the two. A wave of gratitude washed over her. She got up and raced to give them each a hug. Geno squirmed awkwardly, "Don't make it weird, Evie."

Evie laughed, "What did you bring me to eat?"

Geno looked at her, "This all for me."

She shrugged and walked around to the comfiest chair, "This is all for me."

"Fine," he said and handed her the bag of Cheetos. She got up and let him sit in the chair. Kris just rolled his eyes.

TWO HOURS LATER

There was a soft knock on the Pre-Op suite. Dr. Myers walked in as Evie, Kris and Geno looked up from their phones. In his hands, he held color photos of hernia and the repair to it. He looked at the two additions in confusion before he recognized their faces.

"Evie," he smiled, "I have been given very strict instructions to let you know that Sid is alive." Evie smiled in relief. "Surgery went well. The tear was a little worse than I anticipated, but we were able to get reattached," he explained. Evie took a deep breath and he interrupted her thought. "The sperminal cord is intact. I made sure not to touch it," he smiled.

"I am sorry, Dr. Myers," she frowned, "I don't mean to doubt your abilities. It's just that….. Sidney means the world to me."

"I can tell," he patted Evie's hand. "He'll be in recovery for another thirty minutes or so. They will bring him back here. That's if we can keep him away that long. He has been asking for you non-stop."

"Oh really?" Evie smiled.

"Tell Evie that I'm alive. I am coming back to her. She's worried. Go tell Evie I'm okay. Did you tell Evie yet?" The surgeon mimicked Sidney and laughed. "Now I can go give him the report that you have been told. I have never been more bossed around by a patient post-surgery in my entire career."

"Well, that's Sidney," she sighed while Geno laughed, "He can be quite insistent at times." After the surgeon left, Evie dialed Trina with the update. 

Evie heard Sidney before she saw him. "Are you taking me to Evie? I need to see Evie. She is worried about me," he rambled loudly. "Have you seen Evie? She is MY PRINCESS. I love her so much. She is going to be MY WIFE," he declared as they wheeled him back into his suite. He turned to where she stood, waiting for his return.

"Evie!! I came back. I said I would," he said cheerfully, obviously flying high on painkillers. He turned to the nurses, "This is Mon Etoile. She is so beautiful." They smiled, hoping to appease his need to brag about her, as they got him settled back on his bed. 

When they left, Evie rushed to his side. She sat on the side of his bed and leaned forward to press her forehead to his. She whispered a prayer to herself. "Evie, what are you saying?" he asked loudly. 

"I said a thank you prayer to God," she kissed his cheek, "You are safe and sound, just like you said that you would be." Sidney rewarded her with a big smile. "Look who came to see you," Evie nodded her head toward Kris and Geno.

Sidney smiled even bigger, "Hey Buddies!" He held out his hand for a high five. "Look Evie, it's my buddies. I love my buddies. They came to see me."

"We came to see Evie " Geno laughed, "You're bonus." Sidney smiled. Geno said more seriously, "How are you feeling, my friend?" 

"No pain now. Ask me later," Sidney answered. "Thanks for coming to stay with Evie. She was pretty nervous," 

"Apparently, if you bring her coffee and Cheetos, she's fine," Kris offered.

Evie blushed. Sidney pushed himself up. He put his hand on her face. "Hey you," he said softly, "I am pretty high right now, but are you okay? You aren't worried anymore? I came back. I'll always come back to you. Please don't worry anymore."

"I am good, Beso. I am relieved-that is all," she whispered, "I love you more than anything."

"I love you most," he whispered, "my WIFE. Well, soon…. How soon Evie?"

"Almost eight months," she smiled, "Only eight more months."

"I don't want to wait eight months. I want you to be my wife NOW," he declared dramatically, "I NEED you to be my wife NOW!" 

Kris and Geno looked on awkwardly. They waffled between from disbelief at Sidney's emotional vulnerability to suppressing the urge to mock him for it. They decided to let it be. 

"Shhhh, Beso," she shut him up with a kiss, "Time will fly by. You don't want to miss your bachelor party."

Kris and Geno perked up at the mention of the bachelor party. Sid stuck out his finger and wagged it at the two of them. "No strippers. I don't want to see naked women," he huffed, "No naked women for me. I promised Evie."

"You are no fun, Sid," Kris laughed, although the idea of no strippers didn't upset him. 

Geno, on the other hand, had other ideas. "I plan the bachelor party. We do it in Miami during All Star break," he said confidently. 

"What if we have to play?" Kris asked.

"Then we move to the end of season" Geno scoffed, "I am not getting picked and Sid is not getting picked. You should start tanking to avoid being picked. What do you think Sid?"

Sid grinned, looked back and forth between his friends, then gave them a thumbs up. Evie shook her head and stood up. "Okay, thank you for coming but Sidney should focus on resting now," she spoke firmly. They stood up quickly. Both gave Sidney a fist bump.

"Get some rest, Sid" Geno said, "We take care of the team until you come back." Geno then went back and gave him a hug.

After they left, Sidney patted the bed next to him. “Come here, Evie,” he said softly. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “Come closer,” he urged as he pushed up and scooted to the right. His move gave her enough room to lay next to him on the bed. Her head slumped onto his shoulder as he grabbed her hand. “Hopefully, they let me out soon so that you can get some rest,” he pondered. 

Evie yawned, “I’m fine, Beso- totally fine.”

“Yeah, sure,” he laughed as her eyes fluttered shut. He listened to the sound of her breaths as she went from merely dozing to a full-on sleep. He followed suit soon after. 

They were awoken an hour later by the nurse coming with the discharge papers. An orderly wheeled Sidney outside to the waiting SUV. They were whisked away to their suite at the Ritz Carlton.

They had a light dinner at the large dining room table. 

It took a while to get Sidney settled into bed to sleep. After much debate, Sidney refused to utilize the hospital bed that had been delivered by the team. Evie argued that it would be easier for him to get in and out of the hospital bed. He refused based on the fact he would not be able to sleep WITH her. Eventually Evie conceded defeat out of sheer exhaustion. They both faded off to sleep within minutes.

The sound of the television woke Evie up from her sleep. She looked over and Sidney was not in bed. "Beso," she called softly. Her eyes scanned the room with no sight of him. She got up and walked into the living room where Sidney sat stiffly on the couch. "Beso," she repeated, "What are you doing?"

He turned to her and she saw tears in his eyes. She scrambled to get to him and knelt at his side. "Are you in pain?" she asked. He nodded his head yes. She did the mental math. "Oh no, you're late on getting your pain meds. Why didn't you wake me up?" She went to the bathroom and found the pills. She placed them in his hand, "Here you go."

He took the pills and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, Mon Etoile," he whispered, "I tried to find it myself but I got tired. Then I couldn't get back into bed…." Tears flowed from his eyes. "I didn't realize it would be this bad," he whined, "I didn't know it would be this much pain."

"Beso, it will be okay," Evie got up and wiped his tears, "It's going to be okay." 

"It's not okay," he continued, “Now you are awake and have to take care of me- like I’m a fucking invalid.”

“Stop it,” she said firmly, which made him look up. “Which is worse- this pain or the pain of the hernia?”

“The hernia pain was sharper,” he admitted.

“That’s right,” she added, “We made a mistake and did not keep you medicated the way you needed to be. We both know better now. When did you wake up?” He told her time. “So we need to take the medicine every four hours. I will set a timer for it. Do you want to wait here until the pill kicks in?”

“You shouldn’t have to take care of me like a baby,” he faltered. 

“Hey, look at me,” she interjected, “Remember those vows? In sickness and in health. Sidney- this is it. This is what that means. Don’t tell me for a second that you wouldn’t do the same for me if I was in pain. You take care of me and I take care of you.”

“In sickness and in health,” he looked at her and smiled.

“In sickness and in health,” she smiled back, “Now let’s get you up and into bed. When that pill kicks in, you are going to get sleepy and I can’t carry you to bed.” He nodded and complied. “Okay, hold my hand and let’s stand up.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the couch. “Do you need to pee while we’re up?” she questioned. 

“No, Mom,” he joked as they walked slowly. They worked together to get him back into bed and comfortably positioned. She got back into bed on the other side. “Can you move closer?” he asked, “So I can touch you while I sleep?” 

Evie smiled and scooted across the large bed until she was within his touch. She adjusted the pillows and then gingerly placed a pillow over his bandaged incision. “There, now I don’t have to worry about accidentally hitting it,” she assured before she moved closer to rest her head on his elevated chest. He responded with a contented sigh. “How is the pain?” she asked. 

“Getting better,” he responded. 

“Let’s talk about happy things to distract us,” she suggested, “What are you looking forward to doing soon? I’ll go first.” He began to gently caress her arm as she spoke. “I am looking forward to Thanksgiving. You’re going to invite the team over, right? I can’t wait to cook up a storm and spend the day hanging out watching football and eating. Now your turn.”

“I am looking forward to the wedding,” he divulged, “I can’t wait to see you in your princess dress, walking down the aisle in your tiara, then holding my hands as we say our vows. Everyone will be watching us. It’s gonna be the best day of my life.”

“The best day of your life?” she questioned, “Better than winning the cups or the Gold Medal? I can’t believe that.”

“Evie, every year twenty three players win the Stanley cup. Every four years twenty three players win a gold medal in ice hockey,” Sidney explained, “but there is only one man who gets to marry you. Only one man gets to spend his life loving you and being loved by you. That’s me- so damn straight, our wedding day will be the best day of my life, at least until we have children.” He bent his head to kiss her forehead.

“Beso, you’ll make me cry,” she gushed. “That’s eight months away,” she added before she questioned, “What are you looking forward to sooner than that?”

“Hmmmm, it’s after midnight, right?” he pondered, “That means in two weeks and six days I can make love to you again. We can test out if all the equipment is still operational.”

“I am glad that you have your priorities straight,” she laughed, “At least I beat out getting on the ice.” 

“Hey, I said wedding first,” he countered. Then he stared into Evie’s eyes when a light bulb went off in his head. “Hand me my phone,” he asked excitedly, “I have an idea.” She gingerly leaned over his chest and grabbed his phone. She watched as he pulled up the calendar. She saw him counting days and looked up with a big grin. 

“Do you know when my three weeks of celibacy is up?” he questioned.

“Our three weeks of celibacy you mean?” she teased, “Ummm, no- let me think.”

“It’s two days before the engagement party,” he smiled. “I have an idea, Evie. It’s crazy but I think it will work.” Evie eyed him suspiciously, convinced that he had some sort of elaborate idea for the playroom. He, instead, pitched his idea excitedly. She frowned at first as she listened, unsure of what he proposed. Then the vision became clearer and she smiled. The idea was shocking at first, but brilliant she admitted to herself. “What do you think?” he asked. 

“I think that it’s crazy, but I think we should do it,” she beamed.

“Really,” he asked, thrilled that she was even considering it. 

“Yes, let’s make your masterplan a reality,” cheered, “Let’s do it!”

[broken-clover]

19- Bows

Wow, it's amazing how much less you want to kill everything when you get a decent nights' sleep...not that it seems to have helped with my posting schedule thought, heh.

Milphelt time! Another thing that I'm surprised took me so long to get to.

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“Uh, I guess this one’s pretty…?”

She turned over the price tag and winced. “Maybe not that pretty.”

“How many times do I have to remind you?” A teasing elbow prodded her side. “Don’t worry about a budget! Mr. Kiske said we could get whatever we wanted!”

“I know, I know.” Still, her mouth pursed into a crooked line.

“Millia…”

A hand patted her shoulder. When she looked up, a stuffed bush dog was staring her in the face.

With a very unflattering noise, she recoiled back and started to laugh. “Elphelt! Don’t startle me like that!”

“Aww, it startled you?” A pink-framed face poked out from behind it, grinning with glee. “I was just trying to be silly! But I guess it distracted you at least, huh?” She adjusted the shoulder strap on her purse, letting the toy dangle by her hip. One hand pointed down the hall. “If you’re not feeling anything here, wanna try the next section? They might have something you like better over there!”

Millia offered a half shrug. “Worth a try. Are you sure you didn’t want to put any of the ones in here?”

She let herself be pushed along as Elphelt nudged her in the direction of the next set of displays. The girl’s chunky baby-pink heels clunked against the carpet with every step. “Nope! I’ll do it later! Let’s find something for you first, okay?”

Even if she didn’t really understand, she could still entertain the idea. The two of them were flocked on either side by satin, lace, and sheer chiffon, not even mentioning the absurd amount of ribbons and bows on every surface. Millia didn’t know when the last time was that she’d even gone dress-shopping, which only made looking through the higher-end sections more daunting. Elphelt, at least, was exactly in her element, looking over the bridal gowns with an incomparable look of glee.

“Oooooh, oh oh oh look at that one!” They stopped in front of a fluffy-skirted ensemble with a large bow on the back. “That’d look super cute, wouldn’t it?”

Millia had no strong feelings other than confusion. Still, she pulled it off the rack. “I guess. Want me to try it on?”

“Yes! Oh, yesyesyes let’s go put it on right now!”

If nothing else, Elphelt offered emotional support in abundance. The same went for clothing assistance. One thing she’d started to figure out was that wedding dresses tended to be incredibly complicated to put on. She didn’t have any idea how people were supposed to put them on by themselves, between the zips and the ties and the ribbons, it had to be too much for any one person to handle.

El hung the dress on the changing room’s hook while she undressed from her street clothes. Compared to her partner's abundance of cute, playful accessories, her own winter peacoat looked rather drab in comparison. Millia shed it in a heap along one of the room’s chairs and got to work on the buttons of her blouse.

She realized that Elphelt was staring. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh. Uh,” sheepish, the girl sat down and looked elsewhere. “Sorry. I know we’ve been together a while, I just still get distracted looking at you sometimes. I-I can give you some privacy, lemme know when you’re done!”

Something about that made Millia chuckle to herself. “I’m going to need you to help me get it on, anyway. It’s fine.”

“Right. Right!” She immediately scurried over with the dress in her arms. Then it was just a matter of undoing all the zips, stepping inside, trying to slip it on, realizing the zip wasn’t down all the way, undoing the ribbon they had missed…

“Hehe, I guess I’m starting to get why you don’t wear these all that much. Some of these are really hard!”

“I’ll admit, I was never really all that into dresses. Not in a long time, at least…” She turned in the mirror, looking over her shoulder. “They’re not the most practical. If they’re tight, it’s hard to kick.”

Elphelt nodded, fiddling with one of the bows. “Yeah, that one I get. That’s why I like my skirts all floofy! Lets me move around a lot more!”

“Goodness knows I’ve seen plenty of that. I still don’t know if I’ll ever understand how you can fight in heels.”

“It’s all a matter of practice! And good balance! Apparently it’s a good calf workout, I can kick my shoe off all the way across the courtyard!” Her cheeks pinkened a bit. “Which…which I absolutely found out on purpose.”

“Oh?” Millia tilted her head, giving mirror-Elphelt a teasing little look. “As much as I prefer flats, if they’re useful as a weapon, I might have to try them out sometime.”

She could tell that the girl was trying to feign confidence, as it was incredibly cute. “D-definitely! And I think it’d look good on you! So, um, what do you think of the dress you picked out?”

As much as she hoped that she’d immediately be blown away by the sight of herself in the mirror, it was barely a slight breeze. Even when she turned around, the only part that stood out was the large bow on the back. How strange that something so difficult to put on could still feel so bland.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure if I like it,” she replied, hesitant.

Elphelt simply gave her an understanding smile “No worries! We’ve still got months! We can try on as many dresses as we want. Your perfect outfit has gotta be somewhere, we'll just have to find it!”