A Bridesmaids Tale part 2

Hello Friends

Here is the next part of the story of Andy as a Bridesmaid.As I said in the first part, it may not fit in perfectly to the over all Andy and Will story, but it is a sweet little tale and comes with some pretty art work too.

As with the first part there is an audio version to download, with the silky voice of Stephanie to take you through it.

So here we go

XXX

Andy

A Bridesmaids Tale 

Part 2

The soft murmur of conversation drifted around the ballroom, interspersed with the occasional clink of champagne flutes and bursts of laughter. As Andy and Will moved further into the room, hands still loosely linked, they remained oblivious to the gentle whispers floating in their wake.

“He’s so pretty,” someone murmured near the dessert table.

“I didn’t even recognize him at first,” another guest said, shaking their head in amazement.

“He doesn’t look like a boy at all,” a woman whispered to her partner, her tone more intrigued than anything else.

“Perhaps he’s not,” came the thoughtful reply.

Andy, lost in conversation with Will, didn’t hear any of it. If he had, his face might have gone as pink as his dress.

Maria and Jane, however, did hear.

The two women shared a quiet glance, Maria’s expression thoughtful, Jane’s filled with knowing amusement.

“Well,” Jane said lightly, “it seems your son has made quite the impression.”

Maria hummed, swirling the last of her champagne in her glass. “He always does, doesn’t he?”

Jane grinned. “Indeed.”

Meanwhile, Andy and Will had found a quiet corner near the tall windows, where golden sunlight streamed through onto the polished floor. Andy finally let go of Will’s hand, though he wasn’t quite sure why he suddenly felt colder without it.

“You doing okay now?” Will asked, leaning against the window ledge, arms folded casually.

Andy exhaled, shaking his head with a half-smile. “I think so. I mean, I haven’t tripped over my own feet yet, so that’s a win.”

Will smirked. “I dunno, you still look kinda wobbly.”

Andy shot him a playful glare. “Not that wobbly.”

Will tapped his chin. “Hmm. Maybe we should test that theory.”

Before Andy could react, Will reached out and gently nudged his shoulder.

Caught off guard, Andy let out a dramatic, startled gasp and swayed slightly, throwing his arms out for balance. “Will!”

Will burst out laughing. “See? Wobbly!”

Andy narrowed his eyes but couldn’t fight his own laughter. “You menace!”

Grinning, Will straightened up. “Oh, come on. You love me.”

Andy’s heart skipped.

It was a joke. He knew it was a joke. Will had said it a million times before, always in that teasing, affectionate way. But for some reason, today, standing in a shimmering latex dress with Will looking at him like that—like he was completely himself—it felt… different.

“Yeah,” Andy said, softer than he meant to. “I guess I do.”

Will’s grin faltered for just a second, his head tilting slightly as if sensing something unspoken between them. But then, as if deciding not to push it, he just bumped his shoulder against Andy’s.

“Good,” he said simply.

Andy let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his chest still warm with something he couldn’t quite name.

They stood there for a moment, basking in the golden glow of the afternoon sun, wrapped in laughter and something else—something quiet, something gentle, something true.

And across the room, Maria and Jane watched with knowing smiles, their hearts swelling with love.

Andy and Will stood side by side near the grand windows, the warm glow of the afternoon sun casting golden streaks across the polished floor. The crowd in the ballroom swirled before them—elegant, joyful, celebratory. Andy idly toyed with the edge of his dress, feeling the smooth, unfamiliar texture of the latex beneath his fingertips.

He wished he still had his hand in Will’s.

It wasn’t that he needed the balance anymore—he’d mostly gotten the hang of walking in heels by now. But still, there was something reassuring about the way Will’s hand had felt in his own. Steady. Warm. Nice.

He snuck a glance at his best friend.

Will was watching the room, his expression casual, his posture relaxed. He looked so… comfortable. Effortlessly cool in a way Andy never felt. Will had always been like that—just a little older, a little more sure of himself.

Andy had seen his face a thousand times before.

So why did he feel the need to look at it now?

His gaze traced the familiar features—the slightly messy hair that always fell just the right way, the way the light caught the curve of his jaw, the easy smirk that played at his lips when something amused him.

Andy quickly looked away, his face suddenly warm.

Why am I doing that?

It wasn’t like Will looked any different today. He wasn’t wearing some fancy outfit or anything. He was just… Will.

And yet, Andy’s stomach fluttered in a way that had nothing to do with nerves this time.

Across the ballroom, Maria and Jane were still watching, their expressions a mix of amusement and quiet delight.

Jane, sipping her fresh champagne, nudged her sister. “Did you see that?”

Maria smiled knowingly. “Oh, I saw it.”

“That was definitely a look,” Jane said, her tone teasing.

Maria hummed. “Several looks.”

“Longing looks.”

Maria chuckled. “He’s figuring something out, I think.”

Jane smirked. “Oh, this is adorable.”

Back by the window, Andy swallowed and turned his attention back to the room, trying his best to act normal.

Will, completely oblivious to Andy’s inner turmoil, nudged him lightly with his elbow. “You okay? You’re quiet.”

Andy blinked. “Uh—yeah! Yeah, I’m fine.”

Will tilted his head. “You sure? You looked kinda lost in thought.”

Andy forced a laugh. “Just—just taking it all in.”

Will grinned. “Right. Or maybe you were too busy admiring how dashing I look today?” He struck a ridiculous pose, flashing Andy a playful smirk.

Andy rolled his eyes but felt his heart stutter. “Oh, definitely,” he said, going along with the joke. “I mean, how could I not be enchanted by your overwhelming charm?”

Will winked. “Exactly.”

Andy laughed, but beneath it all, something inside him shifted—something he wasn’t quite ready to name yet.

And from across the ballroom, Maria and Jane exchanged another delighted glance.

“Oh, he’s definitely figuring something out,” Jane whispered with a grin.

Andy was mid-sentence, still joking with Will, when a small blur of blonde appeared in front of him. He blinked down in surprise.

A little girl, no older than six or seven, stood there clutching a single flower—a delicate white daisy. She looked up at Andy with wide, adoring eyes, her tiny hands trembling with excitement.

“You’re a princess,” she said breathlessly.

Andy froze. “I—what?”

The girl beamed and held out the flower to him. “You’re so pretty,” she said earnestly. “Your dress is all shiny and pink, and you look like the princess in my storybook. I want to be like you when I grow up.”

Andy’s heart melted on the spot.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to say. His mind, which had been busy with nerves and stolen glances at Will, suddenly went completely blank.

Will, standing beside him, barely breathed.

Andy crouched down carefully, mindful of his dress, and took the flower with gentle fingers. “Wow,” he said softly, his voice warm with sincerity. “That’s probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

The girl giggled shyly. “It’s true.”

Andy smiled, tucking the daisy into the edge of his dress’s puffed sleeve. “Thank you. But you know, this dress—it’s just a dress. It’s special today because my sister wanted me to wear it, but what makes a princess isn’t the dress.” He tapped the girl’s nose lightly, making her giggle again. “It’s being kind, and brave, and making people smile. And you just did all three, so I think you’re the real princess here.”

The little girl gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. “Really?”

Andy nodded. “Absolutely.”

Will swallowed, something tight forming in his chest.

He’d seen Andy in every possible state—muddy from playing soccer, exhausted from late-night study sessions, grinning through mouthfuls of pizza. But this?

This was different.

Andy was glowing.

The way he crouched down to speak to the little girl like she was the most important person in the world. The warmth in his voice. The gentleness in his expression. The soft shimmer of the dress catching the light.

Something inside Will twisted.

Why was he seeing Andy differently?

He’d been teasing and laughing with him all evening, like always. And yet, now, looking at him kneeling there with that little daisy tucked against his pink sleeve, something shifted in Will’s chest.

Something new.

Something unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.

He suddenly felt… proud. Fond.

And maybe—just maybe—something else, too.