The Stuart estate had never been more breathtaking. Drenched in hues of soft ivory and delicate gold, the entire venue was transformed into a scene out of a fairy tale, ready to celebrate the union of Lawrence Eduard Stuart and Amari Islah Mendoza. The couple had long awaited this day, and despite the storms they had weathered in their journey, today promised only joy, love, and new beginnings.
Amari stood in her private room, gazing at herself in the mirror. Her gown was elegant, tailored to perfection, with intricate lace details that cascaded down the sleeves and bodice. The dress’s train flowed gracefully, a representation of timeless beauty and strength. Her eyes, bright with anticipation, held a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today, she would marry the man who had been her rock, her partner in both battles and laughter.
Just as she took a steadying breath, there was a gentle knock at the door. Her maid of honor entered with a warm smile. “It’s time,” she said softly, her voice tinged with happiness for her friend.
Amari took one last look in the mirror, her heart pounding as she thought about Lawrence waiting for her. She felt a flood of emotions—joy, excitement, love—all wrapped in the profound sense of gratitude for the life they had fought for together. Adjusting her veil, she lifted her bouquet of white roses and eucalyptus, and with a deep breath, stepped out.
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The ceremony was held in the garden, framed by arches of white roses and greenery. Rows of chairs lined with friends, family, and allies, all of whom had gathered to witness this moment. The gentle hum of music filled the air as everyone stood in reverence, watching Amari as she made her way down the aisle.
At the end of the aisle stood Lawrence, his expression softened with admiration. His usual intensity was replaced by a tenderness reserved only for Amari. He wore a tailored suit that complemented his sharp features, but it was his gaze—filled with love and awe—that truly stole the moment. As Amari approached, he felt his chest tighten with emotion. He had fought many battles in his life, but nothing compared to the overwhelming happiness he felt now.
When Amari reached him, he took her hands in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “You’re stunning,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
The officiant began, and the words flowed as they each took their vows. Amari’s voice was steady, but her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “Lawrence, you came into my life when I thought I was meant to walk it alone. With you, I found not only a partner in strength but a partner in heart. I vow to stand by you, through every battle and every victory, with unwavering love.”
Lawrence’s gaze never wavered as he responded, his voice low but filled with conviction. “Amari, from the moment you entered my life, you changed everything. You taught me that love isn’t a weakness but a strength that guides us. I vow to protect you, to cherish you, and to love you fiercely for all the days of my life.”
As the officiant declared them husband and wife, Lawrence leaned in, pulling Amari close, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and full of promise. The guests erupted in applause, and as they pulled away, Lawrence kept his arm around her, both of them sharing a quiet, heartfelt smile.
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The reception that followed was nothing short of magical. The garden was filled with twinkling lights, and tables were set with lush centerpieces. Guests laughed, danced, and celebrated the love story that had defied the odds.
As the night went on, Lawrence and Amari found themselves away from the crowd, sharing a quiet moment under the stars. They looked at each other, both reflecting on the journey that had brought them here. Lawrence brushed a stray hair from Amari’s face, his hand lingering on her cheek.
“We made it,” she whispered, a small smile on her lips.
He nodded, pulling her close. “And this is just the beginning.”
Together, they stood in silence, content in each other’s arms. They had faced chaos, fear, and the unknown—but tonight, they had found peace, love, and a future they would walk together.
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Better In Your Arms (Parisian Mafia 2#)
Roman d'amourLawrence Edward Stuart is a ruthless man, the heir of the Stuart mafia. Though peace was achieved between the Stuarts and the Monteverdes through the union of his sister Sabrina with Justine Monteverde, Lawrence's life is far from peaceful. He lives...
