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Jasmine’s family had also traveled in for the festivities—her parents, her mate Blake, and her twins, Ryker and Aria, looking ridiculously adorable in their tiny formal outfits.
Then there was him.
Tyce stood at the altar, his broad shoulders clad in a sleek black tux, his amber eyes locked onto me like I was the only person in the world. And, for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
I had never seen him look at anything the way he looked at me.
And as I reached him, as he took my hands in his, everything else faded into nothing.
The ceremony itself was long. Formal. Unbearably traditional. If it had been up to us, we would’ve done something different, something more us. But this wedding was a
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