تسجيل الدخولAlejandro’s POV
I had survived corporate takeovers. Courtrooms. Scandals. Arrest warrants. None of them made my hands shake like standing at the altar.
Dylan looked at me once. Then burst out laughing. “…You’re sweating.”
“I’m glowing.”
Camila’s POVI thought I would cry the moment the ceremony started. Instead… I laughed. The officiant hadn’t even spoken yet.Brian raised his hand. “Quick question.”Karen closed her eyes. “Oh no.”“Can I object?”The officiant blinked. “…To the wedding?”Brian nodded seriously. “I just wanted to know if it was legally allowed.”Karen grabbed his sleeve. “Sit.”“I was curious.”“You’ll stay curious.”
Alejandro’s POVI had survived corporate takeovers. Courtrooms. Scandals. Arrest warrants. None of them made my hands shake like standing at the altar.Dylan looked at me once. Then burst out laughing. “…You’re sweating.”“I’m glowing.”“No. That’s fear.”I adjusted my tie for the eighth time. “It isn’t straight.”He stared at it. “It’s perfectly straight.”“It moved.”“It didn’t.”“I watched it.”
Camila’s POVI was supposed to stay inside. That had been everyone’s rule. “No seeing the groom.” “No sneaking out.” “No exceptions.” I lasted exactly forty-three minutes.Lena looked up from her phone as I quietly opened the bedroom door. “…Where are you going?”I froze. “…Kitchen.”“With shoes?”I looked down. “…It’s a very committed kitchen trip.”She sighed dramatically. “You can’t lie.”“I know.”“You’re terrible at it.”“I learned from Alejandro.”She laughed. “That explains everything.”I walked back toward her. “I just…” I smiled helplessly. “…I miss him.”Lena’s expression softened immediately. “I know.”“I shouldn’t.”“I know.”“But I do.”“I know.”She stared at me for a second before reaching into her pocket. A car key landed in my hand. I blinked. “…What?”She shrugged. “I didn’t see anything.”“You didn’t?”“No. If anyone asks… I’ve been asleep.”I laughed quietly. “You’re the best.”“I know.” She pointed toward the door. “Go. Before I become responsible.”I hugged her q
Alejandro’s POVI should’ve stayed in my office. That was my first mistake. My second mistake was believing the house would be quiet. It wasn’t. Someone yelled upstairs. Someone laughed downstairs. Brian ran past me carrying three garment bags.I frowned. “…Should I ask?”He didn’t even slow down. “No.”“Excellent. I wasn’t planning to.”“You’ll regret it.”“I probably will.”He disappeared around the corner before I could ask another question. Karen appeared two seconds later. “Did Brian come through here?”“I think a tornado did.”“Same thing.”She sighed dramatically and hurried after him. The house somehow became even louder. I looked toward the staircase. “…Maybe I’ll just…”“No.” Lena’s voice came from upstairs before I even moved. “Don’t come up.”I blinked. “I wasn’t.”“You were thinking about it.”“…That’s creepy.”“I know you.”“I hate that.”She laughed. “Stay downstairs.”“I’ll survive.”I walked toward the kitchen instead. Santiago sat comfortably at the table drinking te
Camila’s POVNobody warned me dinner could become this loud. Brian was arguing with Dylan before dessert even existed. Karen had already threatened both of them twice.“This is a family dinner.”Brian looked offended. “We’re bonding.”“You’re yelling.”“That’s how I bond.”Dylan pointed across the table. “I object.”Karen sighed. “Nobody asked the lawyer.”“I object to that too.”Santiago chuckled into his soup. “I’ve missed noisy dinners.”Maria smiled warmly. “I forgot how wonderful loud people can be.”Brian raised his hand proudly. “I’m exceptionally loud.”“We noticed.”Alejandro leaned closer to me. “I almost canceled.”I blinked. “What?”“I thought it might be too much.”I looked around the table. Brian was trying to convince Dylan that mashed potatoes counted as vegetables. Karen was losing patience. Maria was laughing so hard she almost spilled her tea. Santiago looked happier than I’d ever seen him.“No.” I smiled. “It’s perfect.”He quietly reached under the table and squee
Dylan’s POVI had argued billion-dollar cases. I’d faced judges. I’d cross-examined dangerous people. None of that prepared me for standing outside Lena’s apartment holding a ring.I stared at the door. “…I can do this.” Then I immediately turned around. “…No, I can’t.”“Dylan.”I nearly jumped out of my skin. Brian stood behind me holding two grocery bags. “How long have you been talking to the wall?”“I wasn’t talking.”“You apologized to the mailbox.”“I was warming up.”Brian nodded thoughtfully. “That’s somehow worse.”I rubbed my forehead. “Please leave.”“No. I want to witness history.”“I want privacy.”“You’ll embarrass yourself.”“I know. I don’t want an audience.”Brian grinned. “I absolutely do.”Before I could throw him down the stairs, the apartment door opened. Lena stepped outside carrying a trash bag. She stopped immediately. “…Why are both of you standing here?”Brian answered first. “I’m emotionally invested.”She looked at me. “What about you?”I lifted one hand. “
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