Yvonne spied Ruby in the mirror and pointed toward the zipper at her back. “I need your help with this.”

Ruby blinked. “Sure.”

Ruby walked over to her. Yvonne’s bare back was smooth and toned. Ruby yearned to draw her hand up it, to wrap her arms around Yvonne and pull her close, to kiss her way down her Mistress’s naked shoulders…

Pulling herself together, Ruby took the zipper and drew it up Yvonne’s back, fastening the dress closed.

“Thank you.” Yvonne smoothed the dress down, then squared her shoulders, standing regally before the mirror as she inspected herself. Her eyes met Ruby’s through the mirror. “How do I look?”

“You’re going to upstage the brides,” Ruby said.

“All eyes will be on them, I’m sure.”

“Not mine. I know who I’ll be looking at.”

The tiniest smile crossed Yvonne’s lips. “I’m looking forward to seeing you in your dress too.” She turned to face Ruby. “I need to head back for now. I might not see you until the reception. I’ll have my hands full with maid of honor duties.”

Ruby nodded. “I’ll see you there.”

Yvonne grabbed her purse from the nearby chair, put a hand on Ruby’s waist, and gave her a soft, brief kiss on the lips before leaving the room.

As Yvonne’s footsteps receded, Ruby brought her hand up to her mouth, where the echo of Yvonne’s kiss remained.

Had Yvonne just kissed her goodbye?

* * *

Yvonne stood by as Madison and Blair said their vows before the watching crowd. The hours leading up to the ceremony had been punctuated by one disaster after another. Naturally, Yvonne had handled them all while making sure both the brides didn’t realize anything was amiss. It hadn’t been easy. Now that the ceremony was in motion, Yvonne finally had a chance to breathe.

Her eyes wandered over the sea of faces before them. It was impossible to spot Ruby in the large crowd. Yvonne couldn’t stop thinking about that casual kiss she’d given Ruby earlier. It had been a reflex, something she’d done without conscious thought.

Clearly, pretending that she and Ruby were a married couple was getting to her.

Yvonne focused her attention on Madison and Blair. They slipped the rings on each other’s fingers. The celebrant pronounced them married. They shared a tender kiss.

Yvonne couldn’t help but feel moved by it all. She wasn’t usually the sentimental type, but for a fleeting moment, she imagined herself at the altar, standing before her bride. Had she caught wedding fever from helping Madison plan her wedding? She had no interest in getting married, at least not for real.

An hour and what felt like thousands of photos later, Yvonne headed to the reception with the rest of the bridal party. After dealing with some minor issues, she got stuck in conversation with various acquaintances before finally making an excuse to slip away. Then she began searching the ballroom for Ruby.

There.

Standing by the bar was a woman even more stunning than the one Yvonne had met at the bar in Vegas. Her long blonde hair flowed over her bare shoulders and her neck was adorned in a diamond and ruby necklace. She was dressed in a floor-length gown in a deep, rich crimson with a low-cut back. It was the perfect balance of elegant and sexy.