THE EXTRAORDINARY BRIDE OF THE WYNDHAM FAMILY
Yet here he was—planning something this big, this thoughtful, all for their anniversary.
If he had told her, it would never have felt like this. Gabriel finally reached for her.
He took her trembling hands gently in his, grounding her. Slowly, and lovingly, he lifted her hands and pressed soft kisses against her knuckles—one after the other. Each kiss was slow, intentional, and it was filled with quiet honesty.
“Happy anniversary to us, my love,” he said softly. “I love you so much, and you know it.”
Isla cried even harder.
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