A Billionaire's Exception
I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
He reached for my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. “Come,” he said simply, and together we walked toward the ceremony.
The garden was a vision of beauty. Rows of white chairs lined the path, flowers blooming in every direction, petals scattered like a soft carpet. Our families stood at the front, faces glowing with happiness and pride. My parents held each other’s hands tightly, their eyes glistening with tears. Ezekiel’s parents mirrored the same emotions quiet, proud, and approving.
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