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Tears rolled down from her eyes the moment I said those words. “Please, don’t lie to me,” she begged. “I’m too fragile for that right now.”

I gently pulled closer until our bodies collided, and we could feel each other’s breaths. With a hand around her waist and the other on her face, I said softly, “Tell me if you think this is a lie.” I leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on her soft cherry lips.

Seconds later, she kissed back, and soon, our tongues were involved, with our heads cocking sideways in the flow of the passion directing us.

I rested my forehead against hers. “I want you, Sienna. Wanted you since the first time I saw you in St. Petersburg. You are the light in my dark, and without you, my world will be filled with emptiness. There’s a space in my heart that no one has ever occupied, but you filled it so effortlessly.”

She sniffled, and I dried her tears.

“There’s nothing in this world that I want more than to have you as my wife—to raise our child together and build our own home,” I said, meaning every goddamn word.

She chuckled softly. “You know, for someone who doesn’t say much, you sure are a smooth talker.”

“I’m just being honest.” I smiled. “I can’t risk losing you simply because I’m unable to express how I feel. For you, I’d do anything to wipe away your doubts.”

She stared into my eyes as if searching my soul.

I buried my hand in my pocket and withdrew a ring. Her palm flew to her mouth as I went down on one knee.

“Sienna Summers, will you marry me?” I asked, holding up the ring and hoping that she didn’t let me down.

“Yes,” she said amidst chuckles.

Tears were in her eyes, but I assumed they were now tears of joy.

I smiled. “Yes?”

She nodded, excitement coloring her gaze as those sparks in her eyes returned.

I got back on my feet, and she kissed me.

Yes, she kissed me.

Chapter 25 – Sienna

And…I said I do.

This was the most thrilling day of my life, the day I tied the knot with Vlad. I was so emotional that it took everything in me not to cry; our story was messed up at some point, and I didn’t think was going to be possible, yet it was my reality.

The church doors parted after the ceremony, and we both walked out, arms intertwined as the newlyweds. Familiar faces smiled at us, wishing us well in our lives together.

As we headed down the steps outside the church building, my eyes teared up, and my hand hurt from all that waving.

It was a wonderful day to be a bride, to be Vlad’s bride.

Mom and Dad couldn’t hide their pride that morning, and I had to warn Mom not to cry because I would’ve done the same if she had. It was a struggle, but she managed to hold the tears back. She’d spoken from her heart, not her head, during her speech, and her words were sweet and thoughtful—I didn’t expect anything less from a mother who loved her daughter unconditionally.

Fiona, who had been with me throughout this journey, despite the ups and downs, was my chief bridesmaid. She proved to be more than just a friend, and in her, I found a sister. The bridal shower was a huge success because of her, and she made sure that today was perfect for me. She’d told me how strong she thought I was and that she was so proud of me, of the woman that I had become. I’d asked if her mission was to make me cry on my wedding day. Fiona had laughed and said she couldn’t have me ruin my makeup on such a big day.

“You alright?” my husband asked, leaning toward my ear while we were in motion.

My husband, that was what he was now, and I’d have to get used to that, although I had a feeling I’d adapt so fast, considering how much I loved this man.

“I'm fine,” I replied with a smile.

“Watch your head,” he said, helping me get into the backseat of the car.

Such a gentleman.

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