AntonTovaras
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"It's time," Anthony said, glancing at his watch. "We have to get going now if we're going to make our flight."
"Yes, we're leaving tonight," he told his new bride, Elizabeth. "We had to change the reservations this morning, and I didn't have time to tell you." He made a gesture around the room, their wedding reception was winding down, most of the old folks had gone home. There were still a few people on the dance floor or by the bar, mostly in pairs, waiting to slip off. He kissed her forehead. "Don't worry about a thing, everything's taken care of, and tomorrow morning, we wake up in St. John."
He had allowed plenty of time for them to make their last goodbyes, and soon, he was escorting his new bride into the dressing room.
"The bags are already in the car," he told her. He opened the closet, where a dry cleaner's bag hung. He handed it to her. It held a tiny skirt a tanktop and a skimpy little g string, all white and trimmed with lace, and a pair of white stripper heels.
"You can't exactly board a plane in your wedding dress, and it's got a sort of bridal feel," he told her. "You're my wife now. I want you to look as sexy as possible when we start our honeymoon."
He grinned at her as he undid his tie and loosened the collar of his shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked normal enough, and he knew nobody would be looking at him with Elizabeth beside him anyway. He gave her a soft kiss. "The clock is ticking, baby. Get changed."