Mira sat on a plush white chair in front of a huge vanity mirror, her expression caught between dreamy and dramatic. Four makeup and styling girls bustled around her—one curling her hair, one fixing the diamond tiara, another dabbing her cheeks with blush, and the last one carefully working to pin the sheer veil into her styled waves.
Her skin was glowing… but it wasn't just the highlight doing it.
It was the bite marks.
"Mira! Just look at this mess!" her manager screeched from the corner of the room, pacing like a storm cloud. "How silly can you be?! It's your engagement today, and your neck—your back—your arms—God, Mira!"
Mira pouted like a schoolgirl caught cheating.
The stylist closest to her let out a soft giggle, covering her mouth with the brush.
Mira narrowed her eyes and turned her head toward the girl. "You saw my fiancée before?"
The girl shook her head quickly, eyes wide. "N-No! I swear—!"
Mira smirked. "Then why are you giggling?" she said, raising a brow. "You just imagining what she did to me?"
The entire room turned crimson.
Before the girl could recover, the door clicked open.
Jerry walked in like a movie star who didn't even need a spotlight.
A bold-shouldered, half-zipped dark polo shirt barely covered her chest, her collarbones and faint scratches peeking through. Her silver chain hung loose, and the black sunglasses she wore added an irresistible arrogance. Her wolf-cut hair, tousled and stylishly messy, brushed the edges of her jaw, gleaming in the golden light.
Everyone paused. Even Mira's manager stopped mid-rant.
Jerry walked past them all, ignoring the chaos like it didn't exist, carrying Mira's favorite smoothie and a tray of her favorite dim sum.
She pulled a stool beside Mira's chair and casually sat down, pulling off her sunglasses.
"Are you okay?" she asked, brushing a thumb along Mira's cheek.
Mira pouted more. "No. I'm hungry…"
Jerry smiled. "You're just a baby," she whispered, and started feeding her piece by piece with her fingers.
Her manager groaned, "Jerry—are you even listening to me?! Her back is COVERED in hickeys!"
"I know," Jerry replied calmly without even looking up. "I put them there."
One of the girls choked on her gum.
Mira tried to hold her giggle in, her cheeks pink as she chewed.
The stylist beside Mira leaned in and whispered under her breath, "Your fiancée is so hot…"
Mira gave a side glance and raised a sly brow. "Yeah, I know. That's why I don't share."
Jerry, overhearing that whisper, glanced at the girl with a teasing smirk. "Eyes up, miss. Unless you want your hand curled like Mira's hair."
The room went silent. Mira's manager opened her mouth, then closed it again. Jerry just sipped Mira's drink and leaned in to kiss her fiancée's forehead.
"You ready to be mine forever?"
Mira leaned closer, teasing. "After last night, don't you already own me?"
Jerry licked her lips slowly, "I might just remind you on our wedding night."
Mira flushed red to her ears as the stylists all tried to pretend they hadn't heard that.
Her manager stormed out with a, "I give up!"
Mira giggled, reaching out to tug Jerry's sleeve. "Stay with me till it's time."
Jerry cupped her face again, eyes soft but smug. "Always. But if one more person flirts with you, I am carrying you out in that robe."
And Mira?
She kinda hoped someone would.
"MIRAAA!" her manager's shriek echoed again like a broken alarm clock on caffeine.
Jerry didn't flinch, but Mira groaned dramatically and grabbed Jerry's collar with both hands, eyes big and sparkling. "Nooo, don't go! Please stay here with me!"
Jerry chuckled low, the kind that made the room vibrate with tension. "Okay, okay," she said with a teasing smile. "I'm here with you, baby."
Then she casually pulled out her phone and called her assistant. "Bring my outfit here. Yeah—Mira's place. I'm not leaving her alone."
The girls working on Mira were already sweating—not from the heat, but from trying to stay focused while this living fanfiction scene was unfolding in real time.
After a few minutes, Jerry's assistant arrived with a garment bag. Jerry took it and laid it on the couch before sighing like she was getting ready for war.
She pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her chiseled body underneath the black sports bra-style underlayer. The girls behind Mira gasped and froze mid-curl. Mira's mouth fell open too.
Because right across Jerry's toned back were long, deep scratch marks. Angry red lines running down like love had left its battle scars on her.
Mira blinked, stunned for a second—then her lips curled into the smuggest smile imaginable.
But then—she remembered.
The girls!
With reflex speed, Mira jumped up and moved in front of Jerry like a lioness marking her territory. She gently pulled Jerry's arm, shielding her from their view.
"Girls, turn around," Jerry said playfully without missing a beat.
The girls blushed hard and swiveled to face the opposite wall like soldiers at attention.
Mira grabbed a nearby robe and threw it over Jerry's shoulders, scolding her like a flustered girlfriend. "You could at least warn me before casually strip-teasing in front of everyone!"
Jerry laughed, then leaned down and gently kissed her forehead. "No one's looking but you," she whispered. "And you're the only one I want to see me like this."
Mira's face turned bright red again, her heart pounding like crazy. She turned around to glare at the girls. "Back to work. And no peeking. She's mine."
The girls nodded like their lives depended on it.
Jerry, now comfortably half-dressed with the robe loosely hanging off one shoulder, leaned down to Mira's ear.
"I hope you're ready for tonight, fiancée," she whispered with a sinful smirk. "Because I still remember what you said last night... about taking responsibility."
Mira's knees almost gave out.
The venue shimmered in soft golden light, flowers cascading from chandeliers, candles floating in glass bowls, and soft violin music playing in the background. It was elegance, romance, and chaos all wrapped in one—for one reason only:
Jerry Kingston in a black tux with a deep neckline, no tie, and that damn smirk.
She walked in hand-in-hand with Mira, who wore an off-shoulder champagne gown that hugged her curves like silk on honey. The entire room turned as they entered—guests whispering, jaws dropping.
But Jerry only looked at one person.
Mira.
Every few seconds.
Like she couldn't believe this goddess beside her belonged to her now.
They stood on the small engagement stage, surrounded by soft lights and petals, smiling as photographers took photos. Jerry even leaned down mid-photo and whispered, "You look like you walked out of my dream… but you feel way better in my arms."
Mira giggled, cheeks turning red. "Behave."
"Can't," Jerry grinned. "You're wearing the shade of sin I like."
Just then, the crowd parted—and in walked a stunning woman in a blood-red velvet dress with thigh-high slits and an aura that screamed trouble.
Mira's brows twitched the moment she saw her sauntering toward them. Her heels echoed with confidence, and her glossy lips curled into a smirk.
"Jerry Kingston," she purred.
Jerry blinked, straightened, then looked… surprised. "Tina?"
The girl walked right up, threw her arms around Jerry's neck, and hugged her tightly. "It's been years! Still look so damn edible."
Mira's brain snapped. The violin music? Gone. The candles? Exploded. Her entire mood? Jealousy level 10,000.
Jerry's arms awkwardly hung mid-air, unsure of returning the hug. She chuckled nervously. "Uh, yeah… it's been a while."
The photographers were still clicking.
Mira stepped forward, smiling sweetly like an angel but with eyes like a storm. "Hi. I'm Mira Langford, Jerry's fiancée. And… you are?"
Tina turned and smiled. "Oh, I'm an old flame. We had quite the fire back in college, didn't we, J?"
Jerry was about to speak when Mira did instead, still smiling.
"How interesting. You're just in time to witness what happens when old flames turn to ashes… and make room for eternal ones."
She slipped her hand into Jerry's, squeezing tight—and then kissed her.
A full, deep, possessive kiss that had Jerry frozen for a second before completely melting into it. The crowd gasped, photographers lost their minds, and Tina just stood there, face unreadable.
When they pulled apart, Mira whispered, "Mine."
Jerry leaned into her ear, heart pounding. "You didn't have to kiss me like that in public…"
"You're lucky I didn't throw her out the window," Mira whispered back.
Jerry laughed—then turned to Tina, gently but firmly saying, "You were a part of my past. But Mira is my everything now. Please enjoy the party."
Tina raised a brow, nodded with a forced smile, and disappeared into the crowd.
Jerry turned to Mira, who was fuming but trying not to show it.
"Jealousy looks hot on you," Jerry teased.
"Say one more word," Mira warned.
Jerry grinned, cupped her waist, and whispered, "I'll just say this then… I only want to go home tonight to see what else jealousy makes you do."
Mira's cheeks flushed deep red—but her heart?
Fully, completely, eternally taken.