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The interior of the house was just as outstanding as its exterior, with high ceilings and spacious rooms filled with tasteful, modern furniture. We moved through the living room, with its plush sofas and large fireplace, and into the kitchen, where sleek appliances and marble countertops gleamed under soft lighting.

“You have a beautiful home, Andrew,” she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

“Thank you,” I replied, leading her down the hallway towards my bedroom. “I'm glad you like it.”

When we reached the bedroom, I opened the door and let her step inside first. The room was my sanctuary, a place of comfort and peace. The king-sized bed was adorned with a soft, grey comforter and an array of pillows. Large windows offered a stunning view of the garden outside, the moon casting a silvery light over everything. The scent of lavender, from a diffuser on the nightstand, filled the air, creating a calming atmosphere.

Amara walked over to the windows, gazing out at the view. “It's beautiful,” she murmured.

I moved to stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close. “Not as beautiful as you,” I whispered into her ear, feeling her shiver slightly at my touch.

She turned into my arms, her eyes meeting mine. “Tonight, has been amazing, Andrew. Thank you.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” I said, my voice husky with emotion. “You make everything better.”

I leaned in and kissed her, softly at first, but with growing intensity. Her lips were warm and inviting, responding to mine with a passion that made my heart race. I deepened the kiss, my hands roaming over her back, feeling the softness of her skin through the fabric of her dress.

She sighed against my lips, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer. The world outside faded away until there was nothing but the two of us, lost in the moment. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own.

I gently guided her towards the bed, never breaking the kiss. As we reached it, I paused to look at her, taking in the flush of her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes. “Are you sure?” I asked, needing to be certain.

She nodded, her gaze steady and filled with trust. “I've never been more sure of anything.”

With that, we fell onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs and laughter. I took my time, wanting to savor every moment, every touch. I ran my hands down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist, the smoothness of her skin. She arched into my touch, her breath hitching in her throat.

“Andrew,” she whispered, her voice a mix of need and affection.

“I love you, Amara,” I said, my voice trembling with the depth of my feelings. “So much.”

“I love you too,” she replied, her eyes shining with tears.

I kissed her from head to toe, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my lips, tasting the hint of vanilla and lavender that clung to her. Each kiss was a promise, a pledge of my love and devotion. Her skin was warm and inviting, her scent enveloping me, heightening my senses and drawing me deeper into the moment.

We made love slowly, tenderly, each touch, each kiss, a reaffirmation of our bond. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was us, together in this moment. The scent of lavender enveloped us, mingling with the warmth of our bodies, creating a cocoon of intimacy and trust.

Afterwards, we lay tangled together under the covers, our bodies still humming with the afterglow. I held her close, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest, the soft warmth of her breath against my neck. The room was silent except for the faint rustle of the sheets and the distant sound of the wind outside.

“Promise me we'll always have this,” Amara whispered, her voice drowsy.

“I promise,” I replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Always.”

We drifted off to sleep like that, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside forgotten. In that moment, there was only us, and the love that bound us together. The challenges we faced seemed distant and manageable, overshadowed by the strength of our connection.

As I closed my eyes, I felt a overwhelming sense of peace. With Amara by my side, I knew we could face anything. And as the night enveloped us in its gentle embrace, I held onto that certainty, letting it guide me into a deep and restful sleep.

CHAPTER TEN

Day of The Wedding

Amara

The mirror reflected a woman on a mission, my cocoa skin glowing against the emerald green of my gown. My hands trembled as I traced a line of kohl around my eyes, steadying my breath to still the quiver that threatened my precision. With each stroke of mascara, I felt the weight of what I was about to do settle in my chest.

“Pull yourself together, Amara,” I whispered to my reflection. The determination in my gaze anchored me. Darriun's wedding wouldn't be my downfall; it would be my vindication.

Slipping into my metallic heels, I took one final glance at the mirror. The woman staring back had fire smoldering in her eyes, the kind that could only be stoked by betrayal and the burning need to set things right.

Excitement was in the air as Andrew and I made our way back into the ballroom. The ceremony was about to begin, and guests were beginning to take their seats. The air was filled with the soft murmur of conversations and the faint, sweet scent of roses that adorned the room.

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