Lethal

34. Reception

Her sparkly nails travelled on fabric of the gorgeous dress in front of her. Her eyes reflecting the stunning attribute of the dress which hung on the hanger in the dressing room in which she was supposed to get ready for the reception.

Two days went by in flash for her. Not that she was busy in planning of anything for the event that was taking place whose main attention was going to be herself but her days were surely amazing.

Enjoying all morning with her in-laws, talking and chatting. She told them more about her, her side of story through out her life, not some brief information which was lying in black file in one of Jk's secret documents locker.

They were impressed by her qualifications and seemed to grow even more affectionate towards her as she flaunt herself through jokes and humours, making everyone erupt into sweet fits of laughters.

Her father -in-law definetly was proud of their daughter-in-law, how she overcame every obstacle and her mother-in-law loved her, that even after having such high qualifications, she never boasted herself or showed even a bit of arrogance.

Her afternoons were even more entertaining, as she spent hours with the boys, who finally were known to her by their names.

Video games with V and Jimmy; dancing and shooting practice as light change with Hobi; cooking with Scott for lunch; movie with D but always end up as family time as everyone would join them for movies in the living room which had big Oled screen.

Yes family, Rachel finally felt as if she had some family with whom she could share the happy moments and even go through sorrow phases with them or for them. The family she lost once, she got much more than that but still not irreplaceable as that would be impossible. Everything and everyone has their own importance but doesn't make any one of it any less than the other. Every moment is significant in their own way.

And at last of course amazing long nights with pleasure with her husband. It was no hidden that she loved getting satisfied and it was same for Jk. They both loved it and the feeling of fullness that they would receive. And after taking care of each other's needs, they would end up canoodling and have the peaceful sleep.

They both didn't talk about kids again after that night, they simply used protection. Jk wanted to give her space and Rachel knew that. She appreciated it a lot inside but never expressed.

And now Rachel was standing in the dressing room which was itself elegant. It contained nothing much just three white walls with one fancy wall which had some blue-purple textures. Against that fancy wall, there was one huge dressing table with long mirror attached to it to have the full view of oneself. Around the corner, there was a purple couch of two sitter and flower vase on either of side having artificial white lilies. And one the other side of the dressing table, there stood a hanger which displayed the most beautiful and elegant dress she ever laid eyes on. It was her mother-in-law's. Apparently that dress was supposed to be wore on reception as family tradition, carrying the blessings of their ancestors.

Though, her mother-in-law got it some changes in it while she was wearing it, to make it look more fashionable and up to date, it still contained the essence of the old design. And now it was altered according to Rachel's size. She was stunned by the beauty of the dress. It still looked so brand-new and not one area had any imperfection.

"Ma'am shall we proceed?" Her stylist asked and Rachel got out of her trance and nodded while smiling. There was only one stylist and that too was her mother-in-law's trusted one. As the face of the mafia Queen can't be revealed to everyone.

Rachel went behind the wooden partition which was at the back and undressed herself from her hoodie and ripped shorts and got in the perfectly altered dress which hugged her curves at all right turns. She got out of the partition and walked towards the woman who must in her mid-40s gasp at the beauty of Rachel which complimented the dress more than anything.