Head Over Heels

Since the announcement of the wedding plans between himself and Sophia a few weeks ago, this is the first time Tristan has had the chance to reunite with his friends. Of course, this meeting was not attended by Edward. The man is still on strike to talk about his accusation that Tristan has specific plans to rush into marrying the woman he once liked.

"I hope you'll help me give this invitation to Edward, Nick," Tristan asked, handing the wedding invitation wrapped in the gold ribbon.

Nicholas nodded. He took the invitation and put it in the backpack he had brought to put his sports equipment.

"So you're really going to marry Sophia?" Nicholas reaffirmed his friend's decision, which seemed sudden.

"I'm serious, Nicholas. You think I'm kidding?" squeaked Tristan resentfully.

Seeing his best friend's expression, Nicholas couldn't help but wince while holding back laughter.

"Don't be offended. I'm just asking. As for your invitation, don't worry. I'll give it to Edward when I get home. I'm sure he'll still be coming to your wedding."

Tristan exhaled slowly. When she remembered her last fight with Edward, she immediately felt sad and guilty at the same time. Never in his life had Edward been so angry with him.

"Hopefully your guess is true. Honestly, I've never seen Edward this angry," said Tristan, looking down slightly. "I know it's my fault for secretly approaching the woman Edward likes."

Jacob, who had been watching from the start, patted Tristan's shoulder gently. Provide support so that his friend does not continue to feel guilty.

"I'm not siding with anyone on this matter. As an ordinary human being, it's also natural for Edward to be upset. But it can't be helped, we can't plan who to fall in love with. After all, Sophia has chosen you. on the two of you."

Tristan nodded. Thank Jacob for understanding what he was feeling.

"Thanks for understanding. I really hope Edward can do the same as you two." As Tristan got up from his seat, Jacob walked over to him. Embrace the man before actually leaving.

"I wish Edward a speedy recovery. And most importantly I pray for your and Sophia's wedding to go smoothly without any problems. I'll make sure to come to your wedding." "Thank you," he said as he hugged Jacob back.

***

Sophia : [Honey, are you coming to pick me up? My work was finished five minutes ago]

After reading the text message from Sophia, Tristan immediately glanced at the Rolex Antimagnetique wrapped around his hand. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon. The man hurriedly said goodbye to Jacob and Nicholas and hastily picked up the woman who would become his wife in the next few days.

Once at the agency building, Tristan immediately got off and helped Sophia open the car door. After that, the two of them went straight to Pronovias in New Bond Street to fit the wedding dress, which had reached the final process.

As soon as they arrived at Pronovias, the boutique waiters immediately directed them to the VIP room. Then help Sophia to try the dresses that have been provided one by one.

"Miss Sophia which one would you like to try first?" asked one of the waiters.

One by one, Sophia looked at the dresses that were prepared for her. Considered for a moment, they then pointed to a ballgown model decorated with ribbon accents.

"I tried the first one," she said. Then the maid gave Sophia a dress to try on in the dressing room.

Ten minutes later, Sophia came out of the dressing room. Walking slowly, the woman approached Tristan, who was waiting on the sofa.

"Honey, how are you? Do you think this dress will suit me?"

Tristan, who was sitting casually, immediately gave him an appraising look. Paying very close attention from head to toe, then not long to respond.

"You're beautiful. Yes, although basically wearing any clothes is always beautiful. But ..."

"But, what?" Sophia immediately grabbed it.

"If I look, this dress is not glamorous, Honey. So, it doesn't have any effect when you wear it later." Sophia nodded. Understand the intent of the prospective husband.

"Ah, yes. Then, I'll try to change to another model."

Sophia then walked to the closet where the rows of dresses were hanging. I tried almost all models, from Mermaid Dress, Sheath Dress, Empire Waist, to Trumpet Dress, but still, none of them appealed to Tristan's taste.

Until finally, she decided on the last choice, namely the A-line dress model with a skirt detail that still looks blooming so that it can cover the hips and thighs. Back with the help of a boutique waitress, Sophia tried on the dress. After being sure of what she was wearing, the beautiful woman rushed out so she could quickly show Tristan, who was busy playing with the cellphone in his hand.

"Honey, how about this one?"

Immediately, Tristan turned his head and was directly taken aback by Sophia's appearance. As much as he hated that woman, Tristan couldn't lie to himself that Sophia's appearance was extraordinary this time.

"You're so gorgeous, Sophia."

Sophia, with her dress, immediately swirled a little after her husband-to-be praised her appearance sincerely. Her luscious little lips instantly curved into a charming smile.

Tristan, who had been sitting down, stood up—approaching Sophia for a close look at his future wife.

"Don't change it again. This one is absolutely perfect for your body. I swear, everyone will be jealous to see me side by side with you on our wedding day," said Tristan, continuously making Sophia feel even more flattered.

"You yourself, have you tried on your suit?" Sophia asked.

"Yes," said Tristan. "There's no problem as to the suit I'm going to wear. Then, hurry up and change. After this we'll have an appointment for dinner at home with my family."

Hearing that, Sophia reflexively patted her forehead lightly. He almost forgot that tonight there was an appointment for dinner with Tristan's nuclear family before the wedding.

Sophia walked back to the changing room to change clothes maybe. Meanwhile, Tristan was seen walking to the cashier's desk and paying for all the clothes they would wear when they married.

At precisely seven o'clock in the evening, Tristan's car was seen entering the yard of one of the elite houses in the Kensington area. Even though this wasn't Sophia's first time having dinner with Tristan's family, she still felt nervous.

Before actually getting off, the woman even repeatedly checked her appearance and made up her makeup from behind the mirror on the car's dashboard.

"You're so beautiful, honey," Tristan scolded, realizing that Sophia had been busy checking her makeup.

Turning towards Tristan, Sophia cracked a smile. "I just want to look as perfect as possible in front of your family. That's why I'm so nervous right now."

Tristan unbuckled the seat belt around his body. He was turning to the side so that he could face Sophia directly.

"Why should I be nervous? Even my family is very accepting of you, right?"

Sophia nodded. Tristan was right. The last time they met Uncle Raphael and Aurora, the two had hosted Sophia so well. They even consider themselves like members of their family. Sophia is fortunate to be part of the Quartararo family.

"Now, let's go downstairs. I'm sure Uncle and Aurora are waiting for us both at the dinner table."

Tristan quickly got out of the car. Walk around, then help open the door as usual. The man, without awkwardness, immediately took Sophia intimately into his residence.

"Finally you guys come too," said Raphael when he found Tristan and Sophia, who started to enter the dining room.

Tristan smiled. He approached Raphael first to hug the man as usual.

"I'm sorry I made you guys wait. Really, we actually arrived a long time ago," Tristan said honestly after breaking the hug.

"Then why not go straight in?" Raphael wondered as he frowned. "I have to wait for Sophia, who has been dizzy with her makeup all this time. She tries her best to look beautiful in front of you," Tristan said honestly, making Sophia blush.

"Good grief." Raphael immediately exclaimed, then giggled, amused at Tristan's explanation. "There's no need to be like that, Sophia. Even without makeup, you already look beautiful. Otherwise, how could Tristan be crazy about you." Everyone laughed in unison.

Tristan then led Sophia to sit next to Raphael. At the same time, he took a sitting position across from his future wife, right next to Aurora.

"I just want to show the best from my side, Uncle. Really, I'm sorry that my actions made you wait," she said regretfully.

"Take it easy, Sophia. Instead of discussing this, we'd better enjoy the tenderloin steak with mashed potato that Aurora has cooked. Just so you know, this is one of Tristan's favorite foods."

Sophia nodded with a smile. Grabbing a knife and fork intends to taste the food served in front of him. Just about to bribe, Tristan held him back. The man grabbed Sophia's plate and exchanged it for his own.

"Just eat mine," said Tristan. "I've cut the meat into small pieces so you can easily bribe it."

Tristan's actions naturally caught the attention of everyone at the table. Aurora cleared her throat because she was disturbed by the awareness that Tristan showed Sophia.

"Oh my God, Tristan. You're so cute," Sophia complimented happily. "Thank you for your concern."

In Sophia's heart, she continued to give thanks. Thank God for meeting a future husband who cares so much for him.

"You're welcome, honey," Tristan replied. Everyone seemed to be enjoying their dinner solemnly and quietly.

Once finished, Raphael again opened a light conversation discussing the matter of wedding preparations. "So, how's your wedding preparation process going? Have you had any problems so far?"

Tristan looked up. Look first at Sophia's beautiful face in front of her. The woman looked like she had just finished eating dinner and was now looking back at Tristan with a smile.

"Everything is almost finished, Uncle. From the building, food, invitations, it has been well prepared. We have also tried the wedding dress this afternoon. If I calculate carefully, maybe this preparation has reached 90%," he said thoughtfully.

"And you, Sophia..." Raphael's gaze then turned to the beautiful woman. He looked at her intensely, then asked a question. "Are you ready to be Tristan's wife?"

Sophia's head seemed to lift slightly. She was nodding slowly, smiling sweetly.

"I'm totally ready, Uncle. To be honest, I can't even wait to marry him." From the look on her face, it was clear that Sophia was serious about her words.

"Thank goodness," said Raphael. "Uncle hopes that everything you two prepare goes smoothly. Uncle hopes that this marriage will last a long time. Only death can separate you two."

Aurora coughed to hear her father's words. Of course, she hoped that God would never answer the prayer. If Tristan's marriage lasts until death do them part, what about her? Tristan had even promised to marry her soon. Is this fair to her?

"But by the way..." After Raphael, now it was Aurora's turn to speak. "After getting married, you two live here, right?" Aurora asked Tristan. She wanted to confirm directly with the man sitting next to him.

"Of course," Tristan replied without the slightest hesitation on his face. "This is my house, so Sophia should be staying here with all of us."

Aurora smiled happily. Not satisfied with Tristan's answer, this time, she again asked a pretty crucial question. "And even though I'm married, can I still kiss and hug you like this?" Aurora tilted her face slightly to give Tristan a quick peck on the cheek. She immediately threw a tight hug on the man next to her without the slightest awkwardness. Don't care about Sophia's expression, who is stunned to see her future husband being kissed and hugged by another woman.

"Oh my gosh Aurora, don't act like that," said Raphael when he saw Sophia's shocked expression.

"Your actions could have misunderstood Sophia." In her seat, Aurora just laughed softly. Bringing her eyes, the woman stared intently at Sophia. "Don't be offended, let alone jealous, Sophia. We've both done this a lot in the past." Aurora then turned to Tristan. "Isn't that right, Mister Quartararo?" she asked for support.

"You naughty," Tristan replied, ruffling Aurora's hair in annoyance.

While Sophia just smiled awkwardly. She was strengthened not to burn with jealousy over what she had just seen. Right after the dinner procession, Tristan took Sophia for a tour. This time, the man invited his future wife to look around the room he had been occupying.

"So this is your room?" Sophia asked as she entered Tristan's room.

The first thing the woman caught in her eyes was neatness. Dominated by gray, Tristan's room is elegant and very typical of men. There is two guitars side by side, not far from the sofa. Then on the room's walls, many family photos are deliberately displayed.

A glass sideboard not far from the dresser caught Sophia's attention. Sophia found many images of herself that Tristan had arranged so beautifully in a frame.

"For God's sake, this is my face, right?" Sophia asked for sure. Tristan nodded and then approached the position where Sophia was standing. "Yes, it's you. Sorry if I took your picture secretly."

The photos were deliberately taken by Tristan secretly. But for matters of printing and arranging to make it beautiful as Sophia saw it, of course, Tristan relied on Mario's help. His assistant also suggested that he display it in his room to impress Sophia when she visited the house. And in fact, the suggestion worked well.

"You're really cute," Sophia complimented. "I never even thought you'd come this far."

Tristan pulled Sophia to sit on the sofa together. Holding the woman's hand, he returned a smile so warm. "It can't be helped, I'm totally in love with you, Sophia. Out of all the women, only you managed to steal my attention."

Sophia smiled back. A happy glint emanated from her beautiful face. She had to admit, from the first time she met Tristan, he was good at winning her heart.

"You idiot! In fact, you have teased me many times. But for some reason, I always feel flattered by everything you say."

Tristan chuckled again. But before the man could respond, Sophia spoke to him again. "About where to live after marriage, are you sure you want me to live here? With Unlce Raphael and Aurora?" Sophia asked curiously. She didn't expect his future husband to ask him to live with someone else.

Sophia initially thought they would live in an apartment or some other place alone without anyone bothering her.

"So what?" Tristan asked back. "Are you bothered by the presence of Uncle Raphael or Aurora?" The man's eyes narrowed.

"Not." Sophia immediately shook her head hard. Afraid Tristan was offended by what he said earlier. "That's not what I meant, honey. It's just that I thought we'd be living alone like the other newlyweds. If I had to live with Uncle Raphael and Aurora, of course I wouldn't mind one bit."

Tristan stared intently at the woman beside him. While rubbing the back of Sophia's hand gently, he tried to give understanding. "In this world, I have no one but the two of them, Sophia. Uncle Raphael and Aurora are always there when I need help. That's why, no matter what happens, I will never be separated from them. I I hope you understand this one."

Sophia nodded, inwardly cursing her stupidity for offending Tristan by questioning where he lived. She should have realized, as an orphan, that Tristan didn't want to be separated from the person who had worked so hard to care for him.

"I'm sorry," Sophia squeaked. "I didn't mean to offend you."

"It's, Ok. Nothing to think about."

Sophia was silent for a moment as she stared into Tristan's blue beads. She was enjoying his future husband's face for a while, paying close attention to how his sharp nose and the man's red lips seemed to ask for a kiss. I don't know where the courage came from when suddenly Sophia shamelessly grabbed Tristan's lips again.

She kissed and kissed his gently, very gently. Slowly began to pulverize, then biting the lips passionately alternately. She even brought her hands to caress Tristan's chest gently. Aggressively trying to unbutton the man's shirt button one by one, revealing his broad and smooth chest.

Stunned, Sophia lifted her hand to caress the surface of Tristan's skin gently. Pushing the man to slowly lie down on the sofa without breaking their lips together. While Tristan just smiled on the sidelines of Sophia's kiss. Trying just to enjoy what his future wife is doing. However, when Sophia was getting carried away and trying to unbutton her pants, Tristan quickly brushed it off. He pulled Sophia until he shifted position to be under his body.

"No, Sophia," whispered Tristan, shaking his head.

"Why? You don't want to try it with me?" Sophia was surprised. Though a little more, they both did.

"I'm sorry, but neither of us can go any further. I don't want to fuck a woman before she actually becomes my wife."

Embarrassment instantly ran down Sophia's face. By the way, today, he has done something stupid twice. It felt like he just wanted to disappear from the presence of his future husband.

"Sorry I got too excited," Sophia squeaked shyly.

Tristan smiled. He kissed Sophia's forehead and cheeks again alternately.

"No problem. If it's just a kiss, I won't stop you," he whispered, squinting his eyes. Exasperated, while grinning, Sophia pulled back Tristan's body. She hugged him tightly as if she didn't want to be separated from him.