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Untamed Librarian – Season 1 – [Episode 1 – 12]

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The church was filled to the brim for the wedding of Alan and Clara, both the town people

and the wealthy sat side by side with smiles and laughter all around. It was a beautiful

september morning with the sun shining bright with goodness. “Are you ready to become

mrs Kevlar?” Miss briggs asked as she straightened Clara’s veil and sighed happily. “Yes I’m

ready,funny enough I’m not nervous or having wedding jitters because I know this is for me,it

was meant to be.” Clara said with happiness. “You make a beautiful bride Clara” Natalia said

as she came into the dressing room with champagne and glasses. They made a toast and

drank to it. Then they all came out of the dressing room to wait for the wedding march to

begin. As the organist started the song, Alan’s father took Clara’s arms into his and walked

her down the aisle with Natalia walking at her back. Everybody turned to watch the bride

walk down the aisle to her groom who stood straight and tall with grace, as Clara was walked

to him, he smiled at his father then smiled at Clara with love shining in his eyes. “Let us

begin” the bishop started. They exchanged vows then exchanged rings with the bishop saying

to Alan, “you may kiss your bride.” He pulled Clara into his arms and gave her a deep hot

searing kiss which made the guest laugh and sigh. Mary kevalr dabbed her eyes with the

flowery handkerchief,she looked at them and thought how they made a perfect fit. She

thought back to the day she saw Clara in the store and liked her from the start then she

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patiently planned for Alan to meet her knowing they would fit perfectly together. She smiled

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secretely on how her plan went perfectly well, all they need to start doing now is to give her

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more grand-children she yearned for. She looked at Natalia as she laughed with Clara and

rubbed her hands with glee as the drama she knew would unfold soon. Her plans for Natalia

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were already in action all she has to do now was find a wife for james.

The reception was held at the kevlar mansion’s blooming garden. It was a beautiful event

with the bride and groom the center of attraction. “Hey mrs Kevlar.” Alan grinned at his

beautiful bride who sat at his side, “hey mr Kevlar” she smiled back at him. “Let’s dance, I

want to hold you in my arms”. Alan said and they went to the dancefloor. They danced first

then people started to join the couple on the dance floor.

Natalia looked at the happy couple and wished them happiness, she looked at her cute son

who was dancing with his grand-father and sighed, she love her son to the core and he gives

her the happiness and closure she always wanted. As she turned to go into the house, her

gaze collided with a man who just entered the garden. He looked dark and tall and walked

like a man who gives orders, his tailor-made italian dark suit spoke wealth and his winged-

tipped italian loafers couldn’t be bought in any store but commisioned to be made. Natalia

looked shocked and wide-eyed as she stared at the man who was walking towards her. “Hello

Natalia” he said with his rich italian voice cascading through her skin. “Hi Giovani, wha-what are you doing here?” She squeaked out. “Is that how to greet your Lover?” Giovani asked

with his eyes mocking her. Natalia looked at him wide-eyed with surprise and fear.

THE END…

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