Chapter 62: The Wedding of the Century

Peace lasted for exactly three days before the chaos started again.

But this time, it was a happy kind of chaos.

"No, absolutely not," Serenity rubbed her temples, looking at the tablet Jackson handed her. "Jackson, we cannot rent the Statue of Liberty for a private reception."

"Why not?" Jackson sat at his desk, signing checks without looking. "I already called the Mayor. He owes me a favor."

"Because it's a national monument!" Serenity sighed.

"Fine," Jackson swiped to the next slide. "How about a private island in the Caribbean? I can fly in 500 guests on private jets."

Sitting across from them was Pierre, New York's most expensive wedding planner. He looked like he was about to faint from excitement.

"Mr. Sterling," Pierre stammered. "A private island logistic... it would take months to prepare."

"You have two weeks," Jackson stated. "Money is no object. If you need a runway, build one."

"Jackson," Serenity reached over and took the tablet away. "Stop acting like a billionaire for one second."

"I am a billionaire, sweetheart," Jackson grinned, catching her hand and kissing it. "I promised you the world. Let me give it to you."

"I don't need the world," Serenity softened. "I just need our family. And maybe not a national monument."

Suddenly, Alex chimed in from the couch where he was programming a drone.

"Mom, if you pick the island, I can hack the satellite weather system to ensure zero rain," Alex offered casually.

Serenity looked at her son. "Alex, hacking weather satellites is illegal."

"It's a grey area," Alex shrugged.

"I want fairies!" Mia shouted, running around in a tutu. "And a unicorn!"

"Done," Jackson nodded to Pierre. "Find a white horse and glue a horn on it. Make it sparkly."

Pierre scribbled furiously in his notebook. "Unicorn... check. Satellite weather control... uh, check?"

Margaret walked into the room, looking elegant and healthy. She laughed seeing the scene.

"Jackson, stop terrorizing the poor man," Margaret sat down next to Serenity. "Let Serenity choose. It's her day."

Serenity smiled gratefully at her mother-in-law.

"Actually," Serenity said, a thought forming in her mind. "I don't want a castle or an island. I want... where we first met."

Jackson paused. "The University Library garden?"

"Yes," Serenity’s eyes shone with nostalgia. "It was spring. You were reading a book under the cherry blossom tree. That was the moment I fell in love with you."

Jackson stared at her. The arrogant CEO expression melted away, replaced by pure tenderness.

"You remember that?"

"I remember everything," Serenity whispered.

Jackson turned to Pierre. "Forget the island. Book the University. Donate a new library wing if you have to. I want every cherry blossom tree in full bloom, even if it's autumn."

"I... I will import trees from Japan immediately!" Pierre jumped up.

"And," Jackson added, looking at Serenity with intense love. "Invite everyone. Not just the elites. Invite the orphanage staff where Serenity grew up. Invite her old teachers. I want everyone who ever knew her to see how much she is loved."

Serenity felt tears prickling her eyes. "Jackson..."

"Two weeks," Jackson declared. "It will be the Wedding of the Century. Not because of the money. But because of the bride."

As Pierre ran out to start making miracle calls, Jackson pulled Serenity onto his lap.

"Are you happy, Mrs. Sterling?"

"Very," she kissed him.

"Good. Now, let's go practice the honeymoon," Jackson winked.

"The kids are right there!" Serenity slapped his arm, laughing.

For the Sterling family, the dark clouds had truly cleared. The sun was shining brighter than ever.

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