Tom and Desai are brought together by circumstance, friendship, and understanding of what each other really need from the other. A monster threatens their happiness, but they rise above to reach the pinnacle they both want and need. True love always...
Six months after Desai's kidnapping their wedding day was upon them. And they were back in Georgia. True to his word Thomas had arranged everything. There were yellow roses of all shades entwined with white orchids and ivy on the arch, end chairs and the candelabras. The ballroom had never looked so beautiful. The chandeliers sparkled like diamonds in the evening light.
Thomas had spent the night with Chris and his family in the big guest house. It was torture for the both of them, to be so close and yet so far from each other. Thomas had been so sweet when he kissed her goodbye that night just before midnight in their bedroom. Standing he looked down at her with eyes shining, and whispered, "I love you, Desai. I cannot wait until you are my wife. And take naps tomorrow. Please." He hugged her as if she were leaving.
"I love you, Thomas and I cannot wait until you are my husband. I will see you tomorrow evening. Rest well my love."
Thomas had begun texting her that morning and had not stopped since, he wanted to make sure she was alright and for their wedding to be as traditional as possible (bride and groom not seeing each other before the ceremony). Thomas had asked his best friend Joey to be his best man, while Luke, Chris, and Liam Hemsworth, and Benedict Cumberbatch were the groomsmen; all dressed in white tie and tails.
Sarah and Emma being the bridesmaids dressed in a shade of blue that was almost white. Dana was the Maid of honor, Elsa was the Matron of Honor, and Diana, well ...was Diana, she looked regal in her pale-yellow gown with her white orchid corsage. James looked wonderful in his matching tails and his white orchid boutonniere. The boutonnieres for the groomsmen were three small yellow tea rose buds with sprigs of ivy, with Thomas's being a single yellow rose with a sprig of ivy. The bridesmaid's bouquets were of the palest yellow roses, cascading orchids, and ivy.
Desai stood looking out the bedroom window thinking back to the night she had met Thomas and his family.
I think I knew then that he was the one for me and I the one for him.
She smiled because of how they had connected immediately and over the eight and a half days she was in the hospital they had become friends. She loved him with every cell in her body and had no doubts about their marriage she only wanted the ceremony to be over and them on their way to Italy. They were going to spend a glorious two weeks at the property, he now owned (but didn't know it yet) in Italy. His wedding gift from Desai was the deed and title to the estate in Milan.
Dana's soft knock on the door took her from those images and back to reality. "Dana, I'm so glad you're here to help me."
"You're not going to cry, are you? Because if you start I will, and we'll never get out of here."
"No, I'm not going to cry. I think I'm too nervous to cry. Or too happy. I love him so much, Dana. He's more than I ever hoped for and all I'll ever want or need." She sighed, "I hope you find someone that loves you the way he loves me." She hugged her friend, "She's out there. I believe that."
"I hope so, I could use some true love in my life," Dana said as she helped her into the dress, and jewelry as the hairdresser came in and did Desai's hair.
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