A Billionaire's Exception
I could hear the soft hum of music from the courtyard, a prelude to the ceremony that would seal our promise.
I stood before the mirror in my wedding dress, feeling the weight and beauty of the moment settle on my shoulders. The dress was exquisite, delicate lace tracing my curves, the long train pooling gracefully behind me. I barely recognized myself transformed not just by fabric, but by the woman I had become: confident, loved, and ready.
My mother appeared beside me, tears glistening in her eyes. “You look… breathtaking,” she said, her voice choked with emotion.
“Thank you,” I whispered, my heart fluttering.
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