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This is really happening. "Y...Yes I do" I replied with a hopeless crack in my voice. "And do you promise to be there for better for worse, in sickness and in health till death do you part?" "Yes I do". Nezt, he gave the marriage rites to me to read out: "I Bethel, take you Ryan to be my lawfully wedded 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. And I promise to be faithful till death do us part" I read nervously.

I'm happy with how I'm living my life . At some point in my life , I hated everything . I thought I was unfortunate but troubles don't last forever. I and Kingston separated after highschool , we got back together again even if we were at each others throat . Then I left when I was pregnant with our first child , then fate brought us back together . I guess our love story is a frozen romance . I'm happy with my family , I'm happy with Kingston and my love for Kingston has not changed . I love him so much .

He waved back, blew me a kiss, and told me he'll see me soon before bringing the car to life and driving off. I sighed contentedly and smiled. I have a good feeling about the Matching. I have a good feeling about Finn, and how we would most likely get Matched. I trodded back to the bookstore where I work, lunch bag in hand. "I'm sorry we don't have a copy of that book anymore, Mrs. Salazar. But we have new arrivals you might be interested in," I heard Madi tell a middle-aged woman with hawk-like eyes and black curls in a practiced politeness as I slid behind the register, tucking away the bag.

I read the report expressionlessly, then deleted the report as well as my contact’s email. Victor was starting to regret everything, but I had long left his world. All of his belated devotion seemed like a joke to me. “Carolyn, you make such beautiful latte art!” The young new waitress interrupted my thoughts, leaning over the counter. I hurriedly pushed the cup toward her and chuckled softly. “It’s just a rose, nothing special. Go bring it to the customer.” “Carolyn…” She tilted her head and asked me, “Are you unhappy?”

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Carson was doing his work on his laptop in his room when he heard a knock on the door. It was his mother. He asked her to come in. Hera came to talk to him about the engagement between Carson and Amanda. Carson kept his laptop aside and looked at his mother. “There’s something I need to talk to you about, son.”

His mouth crashes onto mine, his kiss violent, possessive. “This,” he growls against my lips, “is just the beginning.” And then he steps back, leaving me breathless, broken, his. The sound of engines in the distance tells me the others are coming, probably drawn by the noise, the spectacle. Roman smirks, already pulling his jeans on, like he hasn’t just destroyed me. Like he didn’t just win. I should be furious. But all I can think is: Next time, I’ll make sure he begs.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

Colette gasped, a sharp sound that Rosemary immediately interpreted as a reaction to the news. "Oh, I know, Mother! It’s scandalous, isn't it?" Rosemary continued, oblivious, her eyes wide with inquisitive fervor. "The Bishop is waiting for a report by sundown." Under the desk, Claire found her target. She pressed her lips to the damp, heat-heavy pussy of the Reverend Mother, her tongue darting out with a hungry, invasive flick. Colette’s back went rigid. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming…