Hold her, your bride
Dark mind needs to stop watching endless marathons of Say Yes to the Dress over the summer..
BTW, if you don't realize by the end of this chapter, I know no garment terminology.
Bonnie admires her dress and a look inside the (male) mind of Damon..
Bonnie adjusted the bodice of her wedding gown of the million the time. She frowns at herself in the mirror. She's wearing an elegant pure white dress, made from the finest fabric in all of Italy.
The chest- fitted lined chest sung to each of her breasts. A vee is in the center of her breasts, veering low and back out into inch- wide straps and cups that hug her breasts. The straps are triangle-shaped and tie behind her neck. The bodice is plain and simple and goes to her hips and mildly vees between her legs. The skirt is poufy, pleated and full, from hip to ankle and trains just a bit in the back. The back of the bodice is backless with a low corset and bow at the top of the skirt.
She fiddles with the straps and spins. She sighs and blushes. Her bridesmaids return to do her hair and makeup. She wonders if she should tell them she has to pee but she's not positive they'll allow her to get back out of it now.
He stares at her. nothing else matters in this world. She is his world. Nothing more beautiful exists in all the dimensions. Bonnie. Bonnie. Bonnie. He ignores the pastor and impatiently waits for the part where he is supposed to say "I do." But right now the only thing that's in his mind is her. Oh and: sex sex sex sex.
Damn, why'd she wear that dress? That tight, sexy beautiful dress. It she'd worn any other dress actually he's.