A Revenge Best Served Catered

Aria Lee is pissed. Her friend Alexia Anders skipped inviting her to the wedding and quit answering texts, and she's not about to let that slide. She steals a caterer’s uniform, slips through the back gate, and dodges staff arranging linen and flowers under a white tent. When the wedding planner spots her early and asks why she’s here, Aria spins a line about doing a quick floor check. The excuse works. She slips upstairs and pushes into the bridal suite. Alexia stands in satin and pearls, hair pinned high, and the sight stops her cold. What are you doing here? Alexia hisses, already moving toward the door to call security. Aria grabs her wrist. The tug rips the gown straight down the front, breasts spilling free. Alexia wheels, yanks Aria’s blouse open, buttons scattering, and the two women clash. Fabric tears, zippers pop, lace panties shred. They crash against the vanity, breath hot, skin flushed. It ends in a shaky truce, chests rising and falling. Alexia finally speaks: she left Aria off the list because she wants her. The admission hits like a spark. Aria answers with her own buried feelings and the spark catches. They kiss hard, hands gliding, thighs parting. Aria drops to her knees, mouth wet against Alexia’s slick center; Alexia answers by pulling her onto the bed, fingers sinking deep while their tongues tangle. They fuck slow, then frantic, hips grinding, satin pooling at their feet, until pleasure rolls through them in shaking waves. No caterer ever got revenge, but Aria leaves with something far better—Alexia in her arms and a future neither of them planned.