EMILY’S POVThe chandeliers sparkled like thousands of captured stars. The air was filled with the smell of roses. Music played.I gripped my grandmother’s hand tightly. Every step down the aisle felt both surreal and terrifying. I could feel hundreds of eyes on me. Everyone gasped in awe, but none of it mattered when I lifted my eyes and met his.Carlos.He stood at the altar, tall and impossibly handsome in his black suit. His broad shoulders were square. His chin was lifted with pride, but his eyes, those warm, dark eyes, were locked only on me. His eyes were filled with love.“Steady now,” my grandmother whispered beside me, squeezing my hand.I smiled through the veil in front of me. “I’m okay,” I murmured.As we reached the altar, my grandmother kissed my cheek and placed my hand in Carlos’.“You’re breathtaking,” he whispered softly, leaning close so only I could hear. “You look so beautiful.”Heat flooded my cheeks. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I teased back.Daniel, standing
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