One year later, I was walking down the aisle, hand in hand with my destiny. My Adrian. My man. My billionaire. The chandeliers sparkled like tiny suns, almost blinding in their brilliance. Friends, family, everyone I loved, were here. My maid of honor was bawling, as usual. My father looked tense, as if he were the one getting married — which made me smile. And then, there was Adrian. Calm, handsome, intense. Every time our eyes met, the same love I felt mirrored in his gaze. The ceremony moved like a dream. I floated on a mixture of nerves and joy until it was my turn to say my vows. Of course, I forgot everything I had rehearsed. "I, Amara," I blurted, "will always love you, cherish you, and... not mistakenly mistake my husband for another again." Adrian raised an eyebrow, amused. He smiled and said, "The first day I met you, I knew I needed you in my life. This time, I want to keep you in my life. My Amara, my love. I promise to cherish you and love you till death do us part." I blinked through tears I didn't even try to hide — waterproof mascara was my unsung hero.
"Just kiss already let's wrap this up!" Adrian's grandpa shouted in the crowd. And everyone burst out laughing.
With a 'you may kiss the bride' from the officiator, Adrian pulled me in for a long deep kiss that tasted of happiness.
The rest of the day was a blur of celebration, laughter, and dancing. I was married. To my Adrian. My heart, my love, my home. And as I caught his hand in mine, smiling down at me like I was the most precious thing in his life, I realized something simple: All the chaos. All the drama. Every crazy twist that led me here. It was worth it. Because this... this was forever.One year later, I was walking down the aisle, hand in hand with my destiny. My Adrian. My man. My billionaire. The chandeliers sparkled like tiny suns, almost blinding in their brilliance. Friends, family, everyone I loved, were here. My maid of honor was bawling, as usual. My father looked tense, as if he were the one getting married — which made me smile. And then, there was Adrian. Calm, handsome, intense. Every time our eyes met, the same love I felt mirrored in his gaze. The ceremony moved like a dream. I floated on a mixture of nerves and joy until it was my turn to say my vows. Of course, I forgot everything I had rehearsed. "I, Amara," I blurted, "will always love you, cherish you, and... not mistakenly mistake my husband for another again." Adrian raised an eyebrow, amused. He smiled and said, "The first day I met you, I knew I needed you in my life. This time, I want to keep you in my life. My Amara, my love. I promise to cherish you and love you till death do us part." I blinked through tears I didn't even try to hide — waterproof mascara was my unsung hero.
"Just kiss already let's wrap this up!" Adrian's grandpa shouted in the crowd. And everyone burst out laughing.
With a 'you may kiss the bride' from the officiator, Adrian pulled me in for a long deep kiss that tasted of happiness.
The rest of the day was a blur of celebration, laughter, and dancing. I was married. To my Adrian. My heart, my love, my home. And as I caught his hand in mine, smiling down at me like I was the most precious thing in his life, I realized something simple: All the chaos. All the drama. Every crazy twist that led me here. It was worth it. Because this... this was forever.