The two-week whirlwind had been a blur of frantic phone calls, preparations and high-priority contracts because Derek didn't want to wait, especially as Olivia was pregnant, but as the heavy oak doors of the chapel swung open, the world fell into a breathless silence.Olivia stood at the threshold, her hand trembling slightly as it rested on her father’s arm. She looked like a vision from a different era. Her gown was a floor-length, empire-waist creation made of gossamer-thin silk chiffon and Chantilly lace. The bodice featured a deep V-neckline framed by delicate, off-the-shoulder lace sleeves that fluttered like butterfly wings. From the high waistline, layers of pleated silk flowed downward, allowing her to move with a weightless, fluid elegance. Her hair was swept into a loose, romantic updo, held in place by a simple veil that trailed behind her like a mist. As the string quartet began the first notes of "Clair de Lune," Olivia’s father squeezed her hand, a silent gesture of pr
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