The entire unit was silent. The only sound was the low hum of the air conditioner and the furious pounding of my heart, as if it were trying to tell me something—something I didn’t quite want to admit yet. I felt like I was suspended between two worlds—one part of me aware of exactly what was happening, and another still terrified of the fall.With every deepening kiss, his warmth seeped further into my skin, into my bones. A few heartbeats later, he pulled away, both of us breathless. I looked up at him. His eyes weren’t just looking—they were speaking. There was depth there. Heat. A kind of want he was desperately trying to keep under control… until he couldn’t anymore.“Here,” he murmured, handing me a pair of pajamas. “I picked the softest ones I could find. I know you get cold easily.”I swallowed. “Thanks,” I whispered.I was about to turn toward the bathroom to change when he gently took hold of my wrist. Not forcefully. Just enough to make me pause.“Sienna,” he said.His voic
I don't know how many times I've taken deep breaths tonight—but every single one came with a mix of giddiness, nervousness, and a bit of confusion.The night was perfect.So many things had happened. And even now, I was still holding the bouquet.After the speeches, performances, and fun games, guests began lining up to personally greet the newlyweds. Some hugged, others gave gifts, and many couldn't resist taking selfies with Hana—after all, she was a superstar."Let's go," Denver said suddenly beside me. "It's our turn to greet them."I nodded, a little anxious, but I didn’t object.As we made our way toward the stage where Hana and Min-ji stood, I could feel the weight of the eyes on us. It wasn’t new—the same happened earlier. But somehow, when Denver was holding my hand, the nerves felt less terrifying.Hana gave me a wide, genuine smile as we reached them. The kind of smile that told me she knew exactly what I was thinking. Min-ji, ever calm and elegant, nodded at Denver."Denve
After the bouquet toss, I still couldn’t believe what had just happened. People kept congratulating me, laughing, asking for pictures—as if I were the new bride. But honestly, my mind was only focused on one person.Denver.Ever since I caught the bouquet, he hadn’t stopped smiling. He stood quietly in one corner, composed yet undeniably noticeable. His eyes were saying it loud and clear: “Told you so.”My thoughts were interrupted by the host’s voice echoing again.“And now, gentlemen! It’s time for the garter toss! Please come to the front!”My eyes immediately found Denver.He was walking toward the center—calm, unhurried, but impossible to ignore. Tall, confident, dressed in a black suit that made him look like he just stepped out of a magazine cover.Other men followed—celebrity guests, groomsmen, model-looking types. But Denver? Why was he even joining? I mean… we’re already married.“Alright! Are you ready?” the host called out.The men cheered.The groom, Min-ji, knelt before
After the bouquet toss, I still couldn’t believe what had just happened. People kept congratulating me, laughing, asking for pictures—as if I were the new bride. But honestly, my mind was only focused on one person.Denver.Ever since I caught the bouquet, he hadn’t stopped smiling. He stood quietly in one corner, composed yet undeniably noticeable. His eyes were saying it loud and clear: “Told you so.”My thoughts were interrupted by the host’s voice echoing again.“And now, gentlemen! It’s time for the garter toss! Please come to the front!”My eyes immediately found Denver.He was walking toward the center—calm, unhurried, but impossible to ignore. Tall, confident, dressed in a black suit that made him look like he just stepped out of a magazine cover.Other men followed—celebrity guests, groomsmen, model-looking types. But Denver? Why was he even joining? I mean… we’re already married.“Alright! Are you ready?” the host called out.The men cheered.The groom, Min-ji, knelt before
★ Sienna’s POV ★It felt like I was in a movie.My hands were slightly trembling, and my heart was beating faster than it should. Today was Hana’s wedding—Hana, one of the people I admired most—and I couldn’t believe I was actually here to witness it all. To be part of it.The entire venue was buzzing with motion. Florists running around to adjust the bride’s bouquet. A coordinator barking instructions through a headset. Assistants pacing with water bottles, safety pins, and tissue rolls. One man even ran back to the van because the flower girl’s shoes were left behind.But me? I was sitting quietly in a corner of the hallway, hugging myself. Trying to tame the chaos inside me.“Breathe, Sienna,” I whispered, staring down at the white fabric of my gown. “You’re not the bride. So why does it feel like you’re about to faint?”Before I could talk myself down further, a Korean coordinator with a clipboard approached.“Miss Sienna,” she called out politely. “Your position is right after Mi
★ Denver’s POV ★This time… it feels real. And I never want to lose this feeling.The ride back to the condo was quiet, but not the awkward kind of silence we used to share. This one felt different—soft, warm, light. Like our hearts were still glowing from everything that just happened. Sienna sat beside me with her eyes closed, but the smile on her lips hadn’t faded since she said “yes.”I couldn’t stop glancing at her while driving. It still hadn’t sunk in completely—she agreed. She said yes. She wanted this marriage to be real, just like I did.“You look like you’re smiling too much,” she suddenly said, still with her eyes closed but her voice calm and amused.“More than you’ll ever know,” I replied.She didn’t say anything after that. Instead, her grip on my hand tightened—and that was more than enough for me.—When we got back to the condo, we didn’t waste time. We were both exhausted, but there was something different in the air—something light and full of unspoken joy. We chan