CHAPTER 130

Harley's POV

TWO MONTHS LATER

It is rainy outside and my insides are in disarray.

As soon as Antonio steps beside me, my hands shake vigorously and my heart thumps wildly in my chest as if it will soon burst out.

He entwines his left hand with my right hand and squeezes it in assurance. I snap my head to exchange glances with him.

His eyes hold more than assurance and it makes everything more surreal.

It holds hope. For a good and promising future.

I hope for happiness. Till eternity.

I hope for joy. Everlasting.

His eyes hold love. True love.

And it holds peace.

It feels as if a bowl of water has been poured all over me the moment I turn away from him, taking deep slow breaths, wanting to push down the nervousness and face the reality of what is about to happen today. And now.

I am a bride.

A bride dressed in a white, sleeveless wedding gown, the silhouette of the dress is fitted through the bodice and starts to flare out at the waist in a triangular fashion.

Antonio is dressed in