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You don't need to ask for my opinion. While munching on a piece of toast, I curtly said, "Got it." He wanted me to keep things simple, huh? Well, the wedding wasn't going to have any photos, guests, or an officiant. It wasn't even going to have a bride. Dante looked at me as I calmly ate my breakfast. After giving it some thought, he added, "After the wedding, let's go to Aerona for our honeymoon. I know you've always wanted to go."

" I was about to say no. I had no interest in making friends. But a fuzzy little head pushed in close to me, sniffing at my clothes and my arms the way a puppy would. I flinched and shrank back, but the girl did not seem to notice at all. Her voice was as warm and bright as the spring sunshine I still remembered. "Leah! She smells so nice! I love it!" She reached right out and grabbed my hand. "My name's Yolanda. I just moved here and it's been so sad because nobody wants to be friends with a little blind girl like me. "Can you please be my friend? Pretty please?"

"It's okay honey because when we get to Disneyland you will be able to see your favorite disney princesses and of course their castle." "Really mom?" She said. Her eyes sparkled. I reached my laptop and googled Disneyland. I showed her all the things she can see there. She smile widely and exited my room excitedly. "Lala! Disneyland is so cool !" She shouted going down the stairs. Lala is what she call mom, her grandma. I smile and continued packing our things. Tonight is our flight going to Tokyo. Chris said that we should flight tonight so that we can be early tomorrow to venture the place.

Maya always knew when Tobi would drift into her life again—usually around 11 p.m., when loneliness mixed with ego and he remembered she existed. And tonight was no different. Her phone lit up with his name, the same name she had promised herself to stop answering. “Outside.” Just one word. No hello. No explanation. No effort. Still, her heart skipped—annoyed at herself for reacting.

he said, insulting my home as he barged inside on his own accord. I stared at Oliver, who seemed to be making himself right at home. Sitting on the couch, I couldn't help but frown. "What are you doing here?" "I came by to give you an invitation card." "What?" My brain stopped functioning for a moment. "The invitation card for mine and Ivy's wedding. We're planning to go to Slovegia to see the northern lights. After we come back, we're getting engaged." Slovegia? "You can't!" I jumped up from the couch so abruptly that my vision went dark for a moment.

One day had become zero. The Willow Creek Summer Festival opened its gates at dusk, and the town square had transformed into something truly magical. Thousands of fairy lights twinkled like captured stars overhead, casting a warm golden glow across the vibrant booths. Laughter and music filled the air, mixed with the sweet scent of cotton candy, fresh popcorn, and Mrs. Delgado’s famous lemon bars. Families wandered between games, children squealed at the fishing pond, and the main stage pulsed with the first local band warming up their instruments.

For four years of marriage, Cillian Newberry's catchphrase had always been "wait." Traveling could wait until he wrapped up his work. Celebrating our wedding anniversary could wait until his meeting was over. Visiting my parents back in my hometown could wait until he had the time. Today was my birthday. I made sure to ask him two weeks in advance if he would be home for dinner. After he promised me he would be there, I spent the entire afternoon preparing his favorite dishes and waited for him to come home. However, I waited from six o'clock until nine, but he never showed. Then, an entertainment news broadcast caught my attention. [The CEO of Newberry Corporation was spotted pickin

On the day my fiancé, Raphael Moretti, and I were supposed to get our marriage license at city hall, I dressed with care. But by noon, he still hadn't shown up. Aurelia De Luca video-called me. "Sofia, where are you? Raphael's been waiting for you all day." Panic hit me. "Weren't we signing in Palermo?" Aurelia frowned. "It's Taormina, Sofia. Everyone's been waiting for a long time." I drove straight to Taormina. When I arrived, no one was there. When the video connected, Aurelia was crouched on the ground, laughing hard. "Sofia, don't tell me you actually went. We're already on Lipari. Raphael's setting up the wedding venue to surprise you." I left my car at the port and took a boat to Lipa

Two years later. My personal luxury jewelry brand, Eve, successfully went public. I became one of the world's most influential female entrepreneurs and top jewelry designers. Leo and I settled in sunny Sampa, where outstanding young men constantly pursued me. My life was free, vibrant, and entirely my own. Every year on mine and Leo's birthdays, an international package would arrive without a sender's name. Inside were always the finest uncut gemstones in the world. The card enclosed with the package always carried the same message.

... A company gala was in full swing. As Daniel's companion, Siena dressed up and clung to his arm. Kimberly, on the other hand, hadn't even received an invitation. But she came anyway with a single purpose: to deliver the custody waiver. Her flight was scheduled to depart in just two hours, and time was of the essence. She navigated through the crowded ballroom for any sign of Margaret. Then the stage lights flared dramatically, revealing Daniel standing at the center, flanked by Siena and Henry.