(Continued directly from the previous chapter)
Standing before the outdoor wedding area, I stared at all the people occupying rows of white seats, patiently waiting for the ceremony to begin. Toward the front rows, my parents were frantically waving me over, pointing to the chair they'd saved for me.
I rushed over and settled in, realizing my parents were on one side of me, Colin on the other, with his girlfriend Lily next to him, Roux next to her.
"Cuz, where were you?" Colin asked me.
I boldly wanted to ask my cousin the same, but I restrained myself.
Then the sound of music started playing. I looked off to the side and to my surprise, saw Enzo at a grand piano, supplying the crowd with a melodic ballad. The famous singer started softly crooning, coloring the scene with a heartwarming soundtrack.
Pair by pair, the bridesmaids and groomsmen started making their way out. Sherrie and Rita were among them, with Vi as the Maid of Honor. My Uncle Frank also walked the aisle, looking sharply dressed as his brother's Best Man.
Then there was Ox, Sherrie's husband and Uncle Artie's best friend, who, unlike the others, stood behind a podium in the center, presumably the person officiating the ceremony.
In my periphery, I saw the wedding photographer snapping photos of those on stage. When he put his camera down for a second, I realized that it was Rodrigo, the Spanish photographer who lived in Paris.
Then on the bride's side of the aisle, I noted Belle's agent, Solomon. Next to him was John, the guy I'd met earlier during the cocktail hour, who had flirted with Roux.
After Uncle Artie had walked out and taken his place on the stage, it was time for the bride to make her grand entrance. Enzo started playing his rendition of that iconic wedding tune, getting everyone to stand up and turn their heads.
For a second, I pushed my personal anxieties aside and just watched Belle, in her feathery white dress, make the slow trek down the aisle. She looked so beautiful. I found myself genuinely taken by the moment, giving my dirty mind a rest, not dwelling on the erotic fact that she was without panties, having given them to Colin just before.
When Belle settled on her mark, she faced Uncle Artie, the two simply staring at each other, bright white smiles between them.
Ox then led the proceedings, going through the customs of this and that, until it was time for the vows.
Uncle Artie, not someone I'd particularly pegged as an emotional person, delivered a heartfelt speech. Saying that he'd never met someone so beautiful and caring, so open-minded and curious, so understanding and patient. His eyes watered toward the end, which was touching to see.
When it was Belle's turn, she took a while to get going, already choking up. Eventually, she gathered herself, with some assistance from Vi, who used a handkerchief to delicately dab around her best friend's eyes.
Belle then told a charming story about the first time she met Uncle Artie. It was at an after-party, where she said he'd been the one that actually played hard to get. Said that out of all the guys that night that tried flirting with her, she had only wanted to talk to him. Eventually, she'd convinced him to accompany her to a 24-hour diner, where they ended up talking until the sun came up. It was then that she knew he was the one.
Following their emotional vows, the wedding bands were brought out and Ox recited the prompts for the couple to say their "I do's." With steady hands and resolute eyes, Uncle Artie and Belle donned golden rings on each other's fingers.
Then, with the power vested in him, Ox finally pronounced them husband and wife, giving them the spotlight to launch into a kiss as the sun magically set over the horizon. The crowd endlessly cheered on the newlyweds, myself included. To my side, Colin loudly wooed and applauded, ringing my ear drum.
As the married couple made their way down the aisle to exit, they looked lovingly at everyone here to support their union. Belle, in particular, turned my way and flashed me a smile, which caught me off-guard. I instinctively turned my eyes down, hating that I did.
***
With the ceremony over, the crowd was ready to continue the fun at the reception.
Not far from the wedding stage, we were all ushered inside a fancy banquet hall on the resort's property, where I learned I was assigned to a table with Roux and Colin, along with Lily. For whatever reason though, Roux was nowhere to be found.
In due time, servers soon brought out dinner plates to those present at our table. The food looked magnificent, just like the hors d'oeuvres.
I started some friendly dinner conversation. "So Lily, how'd you meet Colin?"
"We met at the library," she replied, getting me to nearly spit out my food at how ridiculous that sounded.
"Col, you reading
actual
books now?" I lightheartedly needled him, having remembered that the only book I ever saw him with was that Kama Sutra one.
"Cut me some slack, Cuz," he said, aiming to impress in front of his girlfriend. "Here's the real story: Uncle Artie had recommended me this one business book, so I went to the library to borrow it. As fate would have it, I met Lily there, in the same aisle. She was looking at some book about..." He turned to her. "What was it about again, babe?"
"The power of professional mentorships," she said coolly.
"Sounds interesting," I said. "Would you be the mentor or mentee in this case?"
"Mentee," Lily said. "I'll be going to business school. And unlike college, I know it won't just be about getting good grades. I plan to grow my network and make the most of my time in and out of the classroom."
"Wow, that's awesome!" I said, before turning to my cousin. "Col, I think you're out of your league, dude."
"I wonder every day how I ever got so lucky!" he replied. "Lily also speaks four other languages: Japanese, Spanish, French, and, um..." Colin looked flustered, trying to remember the last one.
"Dutch, babe," Lily said, sporting a modest smile.
I couldn't help but be impressed by my cousin's significant other. A part of me felt sorry for the poor girl, knowing that in recent months, Colin had gone behind her back however many times with Belle. On the other hand, maybe Lily didn't need my pity. She was pentailingual and going to business school. I think she'd fare just fine in life.
Later on during our meal, Roux eventually arrived at our table.
"Well look who decided to finally show up." Colin clapped slowly, poking fun at his sister.
"Where'd you go, Roux?" I asked.
"Oh, you know, just hanging out with Johnny," she replied with a mischievous tone.
Colin jumped on the opportunity to mock her. "Roux and Johnny sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-Oww! What the fuck!"
She had slapped her brother's head, getting Lily and I to laugh at the sibling interaction.
Roux then settled into her seat, looking confused. "Wait, where's my food?"
"I ate it all!" Colin lied, still rubbing his head.
I chuckled, then stepped in to clarify. "Your empty seat wasn't served, unfortunately."
Just then, my phone vibrated. I checked it and saw it was from the Seelby Maps app. This time, a blinking dot hovered over a location nearby, someplace beyond the kitchen area where servers were walking out.
I stood up from my table. "Roux, hold tight, I'll see if I can get someone to serve you."
"Thanks Ken! Salmon's good with me if they still have it."
As I left the table, I religiously stared at my Maps app, letting it steer my feet toward the blinking dot. I was determined to finally uncover the nature of these notifications.
***
When I strolled into the kitchen, I successfully convinced a server to deliver a salmon plate to Table 3. Then I walked past the kitchen area entirely, entering a corridor of private rooms, where the blinking dot had guided me to the foot of a door left ajar.
I brought my eye to its sliver, cautiously peeking in. It was empty, but I entered it regardless, looking around the room for anything that explained why I'd been led here. Then I heard a low grumbling sound, somewhere beyond.
I picked my head up and realized one of the walls was a ceiling-high partition, the accordion kind that could be flexed to create more space. With the divider not having been fully shut, I walked over to inspect the adjacent room.
There, I saw Belle, standing in her wedding dress, pressed against the side of Seb's body, jerking off his cock. In his white garb, the chef was standing as well, an arm around Belle's shoulder to keep her close.
As if the scene couldn't get any more lurid, there was a mystery man on his knees behind Belle, head buried under her dress, eating her out.
Seb groaned out softly. "Fuck Belle, I'm almost there, keep going."
Her head resting on his collarbone, Belle's eyes remained fixated on Seb's shaft, as she continued stroking him, her wedding band shining on the hand she was using.
"Come on Seb, hurry, I'm starving," she said.
I then took a closer look at their standing positions. She was jerking him over a plate of salmon and vegetables, laid out on a table in front of them.
"Fuck yeah, Belle! Here, I got it!" Seb took a firm hold of his cock and aimed it directly over the food. The chef he was, he drizzled his slow ejaculation over the fillet like it was a garnish.
Seb then grabbed a fork and flaked a piece of salmon off. He brought the utensil to Belle's mouth, feeding her the honey-glazed fish, flavored with his seed. "How's it taste?"
"Scrumptious!" she said, before letting out a soft moan, reacting to the man kneeling behind her. Belle then tapped him, "Sol, that's good for now."
Belle's agent then appeared out from under her dress. "Goddamn, Belle! Your ass tastes incredible!"
"Better than usual?" she asked.
"Exquisite, as always." Sol stood up, an erection poking through his pants.
Seb chimed in, "I probably should return to the kitchen. I gotta make sure the dessert's ready to serve."
"Yes, go on ahead," Belle replied. "By the way, Seb, great job with the catering tonight! Everyone's been telling me how much they loved the hors d'oeuvres too."
"It's been my pleasure, Belle." He warmly hugged her like any other friend, before exiting the room.
