DEMETRIA

“Congratulations to the latest couple! Time to throw the bouquet!” The disc jockey shouted into the microphone. “All ladies gather behind the bride!”

We were gathered at Palacio de la Música after Anastasia and her husband had exchanged vows in the church. It was now time for celebration.

“Go and join them, Wildfire, I need to see you catch the bouquet,” Marion whispered in my ear and sucked my earlobe. My breath hitched, which almost caused me to choke while sipping my ...