Isabella POV
The small ceremony room at city hall felt intimate and sacred despite its institutional lighting and generic décor. I stood beside Damien, wearing the ivory silk dress from our first charity gala, watching Victoria Cross and Elizabeth Chen serve as witnesses to the most important moment of my life.
"Do you, Isabella Morrison Sterling, take Damien Cross to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the officiant asked with practiced warmth.
"I do," I said, the words carrying the weight of every challenge we'd survived together and every future we were choosing to build.
"Do you, Damien Cross, take Isabella Morrison Sterling to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," Damien replied, his gray eyes holding mine with unwavering certainty and love that made the sterile government office feel like the most romantic place on earth.
