This Way is an unforgettable, emotional journey of love, resilience, and the uncharted roads that shape our lives. Alina's world is turned upside down when she leaves Georgia and heads to New York, chasing a dream while battling the shadows of her p...
The day I had dreamed of, envisioned countless times, had finally arrived. The moment when every promise, every whisper, every shared glance would culminate in an unbreakable bond. Today, I was about to marry the love of my life, the man who had captured my heart in a way no one else ever could. The air was filled with anticipation, and as I stood in front of the mirror, I felt a deep sense of clarity. This was it. This was us.
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Becca, who had been my rock throughout this entire journey, was in a frenzy, rushing around, making sure everything was perfect. The wedding had been pared down to something intimate, just a few local friends and a select few we held dear. Yet even in its simplicity, it felt like something monumental, something beyond anything I could have imagined.
Becca's face was flushed with stress, but she still managed to squeeze my hand with an encouraging smile. "You look stunning," she whispered. "Mikhail is going to lose his mind when he sees you."
I chuckled softly, my heart thudding in my chest. "I hope he does," I replied, my voice shaking just a little. It's our moment.
The chapel was softly lit, the smell of roses and candles filling the air as the soft murmur of guests filtered through the room. The flower arrangements were breathtaking, a reflection of Mikhail's meticulous planning. But it was Stella that caught everyone's attention. She was the star of the show, her little giggles echoing through the chapel as Becca pulled her along in the wagon. Dressed in a tiny white dress, with soft curls framing her perfect face, she was the most precious flower girl.
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I took a deep breath, steadying myself. As the church doors slowly creaked open, the world seemed to stand still. The delicate sound of the organ swelled, the sound of each step I took reverberating in my chest. I glanced at Mikhail, standing at the altar, his tall frame radiating with pride and love. My heart raced, my hand trembling as it clutched the bouquet of white lilies. His eyes locked onto mine, a smile breaking across his face, his love for me palpable in the very air between us.
As I neared the altar, my heart nearly skipped a beat. I wanted to rush forward and kiss him right there, to forget the ceremony and just lose myself in him. But I knew this moment had to be savored, and I wanted to hold onto it for as long as I could.
