Years later.Tuscany, Italy.A private estate.Sun, green lawns, a brilliant blue sky, an ancient castle.My wedding.Small, intimate, with only our closest family and friends.I wore a simple, elegant white dress, holding a bouquet of lilies of the valley, my smile bright and genuine.My eyes were filled with a true, cloudless happiness.The groom, Julian, stood beside me in a white suit, his deep eyes watching me with a love so strong it was almost tangible.The priest read the vows.“Do you, Alessia, take Julian Croft to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”I turned to the man beside me, a soft smile on my lips.“I do.”My voice was clear, firm, full of hope.We exchanged rings. We kissed.The applause was thunderous.At the reception on the lawn overlooking the sea, I tossed the bouquet—directly to my maid of honor, my best friend, Chloe
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