BELLA POV
I always imagined my wedding day would start with birds chirping, soft music playing, and me gracefully sipping tea in a silk robe. Instead, I woke up to Riley yelling, "BELLA! You have exactly three hours before you walk down that aisle and trip in front of your soulmate!"
Classic Riley. My best friend, my protector, and the only cop I know who can apply eyeliner like a pro while interrogating me about my breakfast choices.
The bridal suite was a whirlwind of satin, laughter, and perfume. My mom was already steaming my dress, humming a tune she used to sing when I was little. Her eyes sparkled every time she glanced at me, and I could tell she was holding back tears.
Ace's mom arrived with a tray of fresh fruit and a calmness that balanced out our collective frenzy. She kissed my forehead and said, "You're going to be breathtaking. Ace won't survive this."
Then came Stella—my baby and bestie—floating in like she'd just stepped off a runway. She wore a blush silk robe and immediately took charge. "Hair first. Then makeup. Then we cry. Got it?"
I nodded, trying not to cry too early.
My wedding dress was everything I'd ever dreamed of and more. It was a soft ivory ball gown with a sweetheart neckline, delicately embroidered with tiny pearls and silver thread that shimmered like stardust. The bodice hugged me just right, cinched at the waist with a satin ribbon that trailed into a cascading skirt of layered tulle.
The back was open, framed by lace vines that climbed over my shoulders like ivy. When I moved, the dress whispered secrets—soft rustles of elegance and promise.
Stella helped me into it, her hands gentle but firm. Riley zipped me up, then stepped back and whistled. "Ace is gonna faint. I might arrest him for looking too stunned."
My mom placed a delicate veil over my curls, which were pinned into a loose updo with tiny crystal pins. Ace's mom handed me a pair of pearl earrings—heirlooms from her own wedding. "Something old," she said with a wink.
I looked in the mirror and barely recognized myself. Not because I looked different, but because I looked ready.
My dad knocked gently before entering. When he saw me, he froze. His eyes welled up, and he whispered, "You look like your mother did on our wedding day."
He offered his arm, and I took it, grounding myself in his steady presence. As we walked toward the garden, I could hear the music begin. My heart pounded, but my feet moved forward.
I saw Ace waiting at the end of the aisle, eyes locked on me, mouth slightly open like he'd forgotten how to breathe.
And just like that, every fall, every awkward moment, every agreement, every laugh—it all led to this.
The ceremony was magical. The vows, the kiss, the cheers—it felt like a dream stitched together with love and laughter. And I was finally Mrs Blank.
At the reception, I danced with everyone:my dearly husband, my dad, Ace's parent , Riley (who dipped me dramatically), and Stella (who made me do a runway walk across the dance floor). The ladies and I did our dance we had practiced at the house which was amazing and we got a lot of screams and clapping, then it was time for the boys dance too which I found adorably cute.
Then came the bouquet toss.
I stood on the platform, turned around, and threw the bouquet high into the air. It spun like a comet and landed perfectly in Riley's hands. She screamed, jumped, and hugged Stella like she'd won the lottery.
"Guess I'm next!" she shouted, and Stella winked. "Better start planning." I smiled and looked at Riley partner who was being teased by the guys, which was cute.
As the night faded, Ace was talking with his parents and his friends too,and I was being dragged by the girls to take more pictures and videos which was fun. Minutes later after saying our goodbye to all our love ones,Ace and I get into the luxurious car waiting for us. The seats were soft leather, and the windows fogged slightly from the cool night air.
We waved to everyone—my mom blowing kisses, Ace mum waved us goodbye,my dad holding back tears, Ace dad smiling like a very proud father, Stella crying dramatically, and Riley still clutching the bouquet like it was sacred.
Ace took my hand, kissed it, and whispered, "You didn't fall once today."
I smiled. "I saved it for the honeymoon."
We laughed, the car pulled away, and finally it was just the two of us plus the driver, Ace had said " it's going to be like 20 minutes before we get to my airline so you can rest if your tired " His Airline?, I asked him "But why are we going to your airline, I thought we were going back to your place". He turned to look at me and said " firstly it's our honeymoon and I'm taking you somewhere special and lastly your my wife now so it's our house not mine, okay my love ". Ahh he always knows how to make me a blushing mess, I couldn't answer so I just nodded and turned away from him to look outside the window.
In less than 20 minutes we were already on his private jet , I had asked him were we were going to and he just shhhhh me and said it's a surprise, I don't really like Surprises but O well. After what felt like an hour I had looked outside the window and saw the beautiful sea,not long after we had landed on an island and after 7 minutes of driving we finally made it to a huge mansion, I asked him where we were, half-dazed by the sea air and the way the night horizon melted into the sky. He didn't answer right away — just let the silence stretch, like he was waiting for the island itself to speak first.
"This is ours," he finally said, his voice low, steady. "A private island in the Baa Atoll. I had it built for us."
I blinked, trying to take it all in — the crescent of white sand, the palms swaying like they knew secrets, the ocean humming its lullaby. No clocks. No rules. Just the world as it should be.
He called it The Nautilus. The way he said it, like it meant something more than just a name. Like it was a promise.
I stood barefoot on the warm stone path just outside the mansion, the ocean breeze curling around us like silk.
Ace looked out toward the night horizon, then turned to me with that quiet certainty in his eyes.
"I figured," he said, "if we were going to spend our honeymoon somewhere special… why not in a place that's only made for the two of us?"
I blinked, trying to take in everything — the mansion rising behind us like something out of a dream, the palms swaying above, the scent of salt and jasmine in the air. He wasn't just talking about the island. He was talking about us. About building something permanent in a world that never stopped moving.
I reached for his hand, grounding myself in the moment. "You made all this… for us?"
He nodded, and I swear even the waves paused to listen. I kissed him.