CHAPTER 92—

Zheme stood with all the confidence he could muster on top of the podium's spotlessly polished floors. He was still nervous, abashment settling under both his tiring feet.

He could hear the music drifting like the wind to his ears, the melodic piano that flawlessly played 'here comes the bride...'

He could see the many people in crowd, the chandelier, the flowers, he saw them all, but what or rather who he really wanted to see was Lexie.

The only woman in this building that could light up a dark room with nothing but her beauty.

She was like a candle amongst the darkness, the sun infiltrating the very sky, she was his light, his forever, HIS BRIDE.

After today, he'd cherish her like a gem and like an unhidden treasure; he'd keep her close, just to make sure no one had the audacity to steal her. He'd love her with dignity and never again would he break his promises.

Both of them...

He'd never lay a finger on her again.

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