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he stated simply. Todd's eyes widened. Was the man not going to force a marriage of convenience on him? Would he be able to choose freely? Regardless, Todd already knew he only wanted a contracted marriage. He had no time for things like commitment or love. No, his wife would have to understand that this marriage would be in name only. "However..." Jan began, "I want her to be a virginal bride." "What?!" Todd croaked. "Yes, a virgin bride. I am a very religious man, you know, and even though I have never pushed you to attend church with me, it's very important to me that you find a virtuous young lady. Also, I ask that there be no sex before marriage," he specified.

That made my skin crawl, mostly because she was right. “What do you want?” I asked. Instead of answering, she dug through her purse and slid a heavy business card across the table. I picked it up. Mary Wilson – Masters and Brett Bio-Consultancy “What’s bio-consultancy?” I asked. “We help clients who require specialized medical arrangements,” she said smoothly. “And I want to offer you a job.” I stared at her. “A job? I only have a high school diploma.” She leaned forward slightly. “My clients sometimes require… surrogates.”

"Emma, I want you to know…I'm proud of you. Of the woman you've become. Of how you handled everything this past year. You forgave Daniel even though you were hurting." "I think I had the best role models," Emma said, squeezing his arm. "Your mother, you mean." He grinned at her. "You both." Emma smiled. "Thank you, Dad. For being the best dad a girl could ask for." Luke kissed her forehead through the veil. "You ready to do this?" "Let's get this show on the road." The music started for her bridal march. Classical guitar, soft and sweet. The bridesmaids had already taken their places. Honey, Lauren, Maggie, Prue. All standing on the left side of the altar, smi

"I have an announcement to make." They both turned their full attention to me. "I'm listening," Vivianne said, crossing her arms. "All of my bridesmaids are required to bring their man to the wedding," I said, keeping my face completely blank. "If you don't want to bring your husband, that’s fine, but you’ll have to find someone else to bring. You can borrow a man if you have to." Nyra relaxed immediately, knowing she was exempt, but Vivianne’s eyes went wide. She looked like I’d just insulted her heritage.

Under everyone's gaze, Victor held Anna's hand and walked to the center of the stage. The wedding dress, the roses, the church, and Victor himself—it was all exactly as I had once imagined. Except the woman beside him wasn't me. It was Anna. At Victor's request, the officiant stepped aside. Victor was visibly emotional. He insisted on presiding over his own wedding.

With a sharp huff, Cain turned and walked away, the crowd parting for him as he passed. Behind him, Vera lifted her glass. Orion met it with his own. They clinked them together, identical smirks stretching across their lips. And for the first time that night, Vera felt it fully— This was only the beginning. —— “Your dress is stealing the show, Ms. Vera,” Maya whispered beside her as they stood watching Didi and Cain stroll slowly down the aisle. The press were everywhere. Cameras flashed like lightning. Phones were raised high, people stretching on their toes just to get a better view of the bride and her gown. Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would

“That’s one way to put it.” Davina waves a hand, like she’s swatting a fly. “Enough. We’ve all had things said about us that weren’t true. Haven’t we?” She smiles. “Let’s talk about something more pleasant. Like the wedding. I saw all the photos. And you where magnificent.” Immediately, the women lean forward. “I heard it was in Milan,” Cassandra says, eyes glittering. “At Santa Maria delle Grazie?” I shake my head gently. “No. A smaller chapel. We wanted something… intimate.”

More meaningful and heartfelt. Death cannot break their vows, and beings that have sworn their loyalty will always find each other, even in the afterlife. Bree patted the front of her dress before signaling Bran to start the walk down the aisle. Her wedding gown was an ivory-colored ballgown with a sweetheart neckline overlaid with lace that formed the cap sleeves and frothy tulle for the skirt. “I do not have any grand speech prepared, but as I hand my sister’s heart and soul over to your care, I expect she will be cared for and never left wanting in this life,” Brandon said with a serious face that was meant to intimidate his brother-in-law.

Anne took a deep breath and said, “Yes, my lady. It’s all everyone is talking about. The kitchen staff are already drafting meals for the royal wedding.” “Royal wedding?!” Lily was utterly shocked. Mirabel looked calm but in reality, her ears were ringing and her blood seemed to have run cold. “Who is this bride?” She managed to ask Anne. “Megan Brighton! Former queen of the Eastern Kingdom. Her marriage to Richardson Jared was dissolved yesterday.” Anne answered. “What a wench! She lost her throne and now she is here for Lady Mirabel’s crown!” Mary yelled. “We do not insult women we do not know, Mary.” Mirabel cautioned her lady.

After all, Wolfram might have stayed a bachelor for so long, but he was still married to someone else in the end. After them came the bridal party. They were led by the Matron of Honor, Trisha. The bridesmaids were in peach dresses with small white tiaras, while Trisha and Mariska wore golden tiaras to signify their engagement with matrimony. Seeing Janelle among the bridesmaids was normal, but Delta didn’t forget to ask Angeline to show up as well. “Oh, my God, they’re so cute…” “Whose kids are those? The bride’s?” “Could be her sisters’…?”