For You

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Amelia's POV

Our tongues danced in sync, his fingers untangling my hair, and a strange electricity sparked between us, setting every nerve alight.

“For heaven’s sake, Amelia! Wake up—today’s your wedding!” someone yelled, hurling a pillow at my face.

Wait—was it a dream?

“No, it wasn’t,” my conscience whispered.

That kiss did happen… but it was during a stupid truth-or-dare game. I had been furious with Carver afterward, yet—I hate to admit it—I enjoyed it. More than I should have.

“Back to Earth, Amelia! You need to get ready or you’ll end up looking like a ghost bride,” Suzzie snapped, thrusting my toothbrush at me.

I went through my morning routine and had a surprisingly delicious breakfast. Before I could even catch my breath, the makeup artist arrived, and from that moment on, everything started moving in fast-forward. Before I knew it, it was time.

I stood in front of the mirror, stunned.

“Who is this girl?” I whispered. “Are my eyes betraying me?”

I looked like a stranger—beautiful, yes—but still not quite me. My heart fluttered with nerves and... something that felt suspiciously like excitement. Part of me wanted to run. Every girl dreams of this day at some point, and I had too. But someone once said, “Expectations are better than reality.” And they were right. I never imagined I'd be marrying Carver. Still, he wasn’t all bad. He had apologized a thousand times for the kiss we shared. It wasn’t my first kiss—but it was special. His friends had dared him to prove he wasn’t lying about the sudden marriage. And well, he did.

“Suzzie, what did you do to my daughter?” my mom asked, stepping in.

“Why? Does she look bad?” Suzzie teased.

“No, she looks ravishing. Completely unrecognizable,” Mom said, her voice tinged with emotion.

“You look just like your mom did on her wedding day,” Dad added softly, a sad smile playing on his lips.

“Thank you, Dad,” I whispered, trying not to cry.

Tears welled up in my eyes when Suzzie raised a warning finger. “*Amelia, don’t. If you cry, I’ll cry. Then we’ll both look like horror movie extras in your wedding photos. Our future children will roast us.”

We all laughed and shared a group hug. Dad kissed my forehead, like he always did before my exams. That familiar warmth grounded me.

“Amelia, we have something for you,” Mom said. “It was your grandfather’s wish that your husband wear his ring. He told us to give it to you on your wedding day.”

She handed the small box to Suzzie, who passed it to me. Inside was a platinum ring with a tiny diamond in the center—elegant and timeless. I missed him. He’d always say, “Will I ever get to see you married?” I guess he’s watching from somewhere.

“It’s time, Amelia,” Dad said, holding out his arm.

As I walked down the aisle, my stomach flipped. Everyone stood. My favorite song played softly in the background. The hall glowed with floral-shaped lights—it looked like something from a dream. Aunt Elizabeth looked like she was about to cry, and Carver’s eyes never left mine. Dad placed my hand in his and whispered, “Take care of my daughter.” Carver nodded and pressed a gentle kiss to my knuckles.

He looked… different. In a good way. The tuxedo made him look impossibly handsome. He said something, but I was too lost in admiring him to register the words.

The priest guided us through the vows. We exchanged rings—my grandfather’s ring fit him perfectly, as if it were made for him.

Then came the kiss.

I held my breath, but he just gave a quick peck on my lips. It was brief—disappointingly so—but the cheers that followed were deafening.

“Finally! My dream came true!” Aunt Elizabeth squealed, rushing over to hug me tightly.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. From the cake-cutting to our first dance, everything was picture-perfect. And once again, he apologized for the kiss. I forgave him.

“Amelia, child—congratulations,” someone said.

I turned to see our kindergarten teacher, Ms. Luna.

“Thank you, Ms. Luna,” I smiled.

“I still can’t believe it. You two really got married. Your love story always made me believe in soulmates. Since childhood, you’ve been each other’s strength… each other’s knight in shining armor. I wish you a lifetime of happiness.”

If only she knew…

“Melissa, it’s time to leave,” Carver said gently, interrupting my thoughts.

And just like that, I stepped into a new chapter—with him.

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