𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 - 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚠

Vows

Isabella's POV

Deckard and I had decided on a small, intimate wedding. A calm day surrounded by the people we loved, free from all the chaos. It was the perfect way to start our new life together. We wanted to keep it simple—just a few close friends and family.

We invited Owen and Magdalene, of course, and Deckard agreed it would be a great idea to have some of my family there too. I hesitated at first, but after talking it over with him, I decided to reach out to Jakob. Deckard reassured me it was the right thing to do, and he supported me every step of the way. Jakob said he would be there, and that was all I needed to hear. I was nervous, but excited to have my brother by my side on one of the most important days of my life.

Deckard rented out the beach at the hotel we were staying at. The team there worked tirelessly to make sure everything was perfect for our wedding. The ocean breeze, the soft sand, and the sunset made for the most beautiful setting. I also invited Margarita and asked her to be my maid of honor, which she excitedly agreed to. Deckard asked Owen to be his best man, and I couldn't have imagined anyone better for the role.

The day of the wedding came quickly, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. Deckard and I spent the day preparing, getting ready, and buying the last-minute things we needed. I went off on my own for a bit—yes, this time I brought a concealed gun with me, just in case. I couldn't be too careful.

Margarita was waiting for me when I returned, and we shared a hug. My new best friend.

I tried on three dresses, and after some discussion, Margarita and I agreed that I needed to be okay with getting it wet. I chose a simple, elegant lace dress that made me feel beautiful but still true to who I was. It was perfect. Margarita picked out a blue dress that complemented the wedding perfectly. We both looked stunning, if I do say so myself.

After getting ready, I went straight to the nail salon, followed by a few last-minute touches. I knew Deckard was also getting ready at the same time. He was probably having a lot of the same thoughts I was.

When I finally put on my dress and stepped into the room, I decided against a veil. I never liked them. Instead, I carried a beautiful bouquet of flowers. The moment I saw myself in the mirror, I felt like a new person. I couldn't wait to become Mrs. Shaw.

There was a knock at the door. Margarita opened it, and there stood my brother, Jakob. We smiled at each other, and he hugged me tightly.

"I'm so sorry I should have been there and should never have left you," Jakob said, his voice thick with emotion. I hugged him back and felt my heart swell. I knew he felt guilty about everything that had happened, but it wasn't his fault.

We talked for a while, catching up on everything, and for once, we didn't have to talk about Dom or anything related to that. It was just us, happy and content.

Margarita came back to check on everything and told us it was time. I took one last breath before the ceremony began.

Deckard's POV

I couldn't believe it was finally happening. Isabella, my Isabella, was about to become my wife. I knew I wanted her in my life, but now, standing here in front of the beach, seeing all the people we loved gathered together, it felt surreal.

The wedding was small, but everything was coming together beautifully. The team at the hotel had done an incredible job with the decorations. Everything was perfect. I had asked Owen to be my best man, and I could see how happy he was to stand by my side. It was only right. Margarita was there too, helping Isabella with everything, and I knew she would be perfect as her maid of honor.

The ceremony was about to begin. I was nervous—not because I didn't want to marry her, but because I wanted everything to go right. I didn't want anything to mess up this moment. I had waited so long to find someone like Isabella, someone who loved me, someone I could trust.