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Finally His Wife

Autor: Oma
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-10-04 23:24:28

​ISABELLE'S POV:

​The reception was a wonderful blur of bright laughter, hearty toasts, and lively dancing that seemed to go on for hours.

​I remembered the speeches so clearly. Elara spoke first, her words so sweet and genuine that tears came to my eyes. Alistair went next, telling a few light jokes that had the whole room laughing out loud. My father stood up last, bringing a perfect mix of humor and deep tenderness that made me wipe my eyes while smiling at the same time. I remembered cuttin
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