The wedding had been a dreamlike event, surpassing even the expectations that Tatiana and you had woven together during months of joint planning. Every detail, from the delicate floral selection to the soft melody of the string quartet, seemed to conspire to create a magical and transcendent atmosphere.

Tatiana dazzled in an impeccable white bridal gown that seemed sculpted by moonlight. The bodice, fitted and delicately embroidered with Chantilly lace adorned with tiny iridescent pearls, enhanced her slender figure and culminated in an elegant bateau neckline that left her shoulders bare, accentuating the delicate curve of her neck. The skirt, crafted from several layers of ethereal silk tulle, fell with an weightless grace to form a subtle train that billowed gently with each step.

You were no less elegant, looking dashing in an impeccable white Italian linen suit that exuded sophistication and freshness. The jacket, with a modern and fitted cut, accentuated your shoulders and physique. Beneath it, an Egyptian cotton dress shirt in pure white subtly contrasted with the suit. A delicate silver tie added distinction, while polished white leather dress shoes completed the ensemble.

Now, in the hotel room adorned with crimson rose petals and soft violet lighting, you stand frozen. As Tatiana's dress lifted, your eyes fell upon the unexpected marks on her skin. The air grows thick with silence as her embarrassment becomes palpable, her hands quickly covering the revelation. Her voice, barely a whisper, breaks the tension: "Darling... if you want, I'll explain."