Maya's POV
Sebastian's gaze burned into me with every step I took down the aisle, my father's steady presence beside me. His face cycled through emotions I couldn't decode—shock, wonder, and something that made my pulse quicken. When we reached the altar, my father pressed my hand once before transferring it to Sebastian's warm grip.
"You're absolutely breathtaking—and completely unpredictable," he murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear. That genuine smile transformed his entire face.
"I figured it matched the whole Sterling vineyard vibe," I said, fighting to keep my tone light while my heart hammered against my ribs.
A quiet laugh escaped him, meant for my ears alone.
"Classic Maya Hayes. You never cease to amaze me. Just when I think I have you figured out, you do something that blows my mind all over again."
