Time really does fly. I didn’t even realize a whole week had already passed—and now, here it is, my wedding day.
Over the past few days, Lolo took care of everything—from the dress I’m wearing, to the food, the guests, and even the wedding venue.
It’s just a simple church wedding, with only a few guests—Anthony’s family and some of his friends. No one from my side, since I have no family left.
I may not be ready for this day, but I gave my word—and there’s no turning back now.
I’m now standing in front of the church doors, waiting for them to open. My heart is pounding, and I can’t make it stop. My hands are turning cold.
Finally, the doors open. The music starts playing, and all eyes are on me, waiting for me to walk down the aisle. I take a deep breath and fix my gaze on the floor as I begin to walk, slowly.
I reach the altar, still looking down, nervous and unsure. Then suddenly, a hand reaches out to me. I look up—and I can’t help but gasp.
There are only two words to describe the man standing in front of me… a Greek god.
He’s wearing the warmest smile I’ve ever seen, his hand still extended. I take it—and instantly, the cold in my fingers fades as his warmth reaches me
Now, I’m standing at the altar, facing him. The priest begins to speak, but all I can hear is the beating of my own heart. My eyes are locked on him, on that sweet and gentle smile.
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