An hour later, she woke up feeling as fresh as a newborn baby. The wedding rehearsal this evening filled her with excitement.
She got out of bed, slipped into the shower and washed herself.
Wrapping one towel around her hair and another around her torso, she walked over to the bedroom mirror and looked at her reflection.
She stood there for a moment taking in the sight of her flawless naturally tan skin and alluring dark eyes.
With her hair up, she ran a finger over the fine fuzz in the corners of her mouth and traced the wispy sideburns on her cheek. She thought about using a wax strip for them but decided against it. It wasn’t as if Jacopo had never seen an Italian woman up close before. God knows he’s no dashing hairless creature himself. And neither was she.
She grabbed an F cup bra and a pair of panties from her drawer. Alessandra pulled the clasps snug over her well endowed chest, then shimmied the lace garment up over her wide hips.
Looking back in the mirror she did her best swimsuit model pose before returning to the task at hand.
Going to her closet, she sorted through the numerous Versace dresses she had gotten while visiting family back in Italy. Eventually she settled on a simple, low-cut, black dress with a plunging neckline. For shoes, she decided on a pair of stylish flats. Being 5’11 she didn’t really need the extra height from a pair of high heels.
A few finishing touches and one handbag later she walked out the door and left for the rehearsal.
As Jacopo mingled with his new family he caught sight of the woman who had once been Alice. She looked Italian in every sense of the word, with a swarthy complexion, wavy black hair that went down her back and more curves than a World Series. Her breasts had grown to the size of cantaloupes, and her wide childbearing hips coupled with her thick thighs and bubble butt gave her a perfect hourglass figure.
Jacopo darling! She said walking up and kissing him. She was definitely a better kisser now too, he thought.
Her face still strongly resembled the old Alice, with a few changes here and there as a result of her new Italian heritage; thicker eyebrows, a bigger nose, and captivating dark eyes that seemed to emanate desire.
Amore, you’re staring! You act as if you’ve never seen me before?
Her voice was huskier and she had gained a noticeable Italian accent.
Sorry, amore. Every time I look at you it’s like seeing you for the first time.
Her big brown eyes gazed at him lovingly for a moment before she looked down at the tent in his pants and smirked. I guess it must be!
She then leaned into him for another kiss this time making sure to lean in and gently grind up against his crotch as she whispered softly into his ear. “But there’ll be plenty of time for “that” later, amore!”
Completely taken aback by his fiancée’s new sultry attitude and now very turned on, Jacopo had to stop himself from having an orgasm in his good pants right then and there. The fun would have to wait until later.