For three blissful months, the Falcone family enjoyed a period of complete peace. During this time, Remo proposed to Serafina, and Nino and Hope grew closer. Everything seemed perfect, but the tranquility was short-lived. Emerging threats began to s...
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As I sat before the mirror, Serafina skillfully crafted a beautiful bun in my hair while Leona meticulously applied my makeup.
Today marked the day I would marry Nino. Two months into my pregnancy, I experienced the usual ups and downs. Some days were plagued by nausea, while others found me unusually irritable. I was astonished by my own behavior and even more so by Nino's unwavering patience.
Leona had strictly forbidden me from crying to preserve my makeup. However, I was certain I wouldn't need to. Overwhelmed with joy at the prospect of marrying the love of my life, why would I shed a tear?
Once my makeup was complete, they assisted me into my wedding dress. It was a stunning, flowing white gown. Today not only marked my marriage but also the coronation of Nino as King of Bleakstorm Island. The ceremony was taking place in my homeland, and the people were eagerly anticipating the arrival of their new monarch.
My brother knocked on the door, announcing, "Hope, it's time." I approached him and linked my arm with his. Moments later, I would be walking down the aisle. I prayed I wouldn't stumble; the entire nation was watching, and I yearned to avoid any embarrassment.
As the music began to play, my brother gently guided me down the aisle.
"Don't worry, Hope. I won't let you fall," he whispered reassuringly. I looked up at him and offered a wide smile.
As I reached Nino, my brother placed my hand in his. I gazed up at Nino, my eyes filled with love. I couldn't fathom what I had done in a past life to deserve such an extraordinary man.
"Do you, Nino Falcone, take Hope Emily Nightingale as your wife, to love and cherish her through sickness and in health, for all the years to come until death do you part?" the priest inquired.
"I do," Nino replied, his gaze filled with warmth as he looked down at me. He gently slipped the ring onto my finger.
"Do you, Hope Emily Nightingale, take Nino Falcone to be your husband, to love him through sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I do," I replied, my voice trembling as tears welled up in my eyes. I carefully placed the ring on his finger.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Nino pulled me towards him and kissed me passionately. Lost in the intensity of the moment, I momentarily forgot about the watching crowd. As we parted, the room erupted in cheers. Our baby, Alessio, beamed at us from Remo's arms.
A few tears escaped my eyes, defying my earlier resolve. However, they were tears of joy, not sorrow. Overwhelmed with happiness, I couldn't contain my emotions. Nino tenderly wiped away my tears and pulled me into his embrace. Remo approached us and handed Alessio to us.
Nino and I both kissed Alessio's chubby cheeks, his blonde hair now longer. This was everything I had ever dreamed of.
We could get through any challenges thrown at us because I realised that it was not just our hearts that were chained together but we also had CHAINED SOULS.
