Page 132 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

The craftsmanship is breathtaking—every stitch, every embellishment, feels like it was made for this exact moment.

I can’t stop staring. My reflection in the mirror doesn’t even feel real. It’s me, but… elevated.

I feel elegant, radiant, and for the first time in a long time, completely worthy of the love waiting for me at the end of the aisle.

“It’s like it was made for you,” Sarah says, her voice thick with emotion as she comes to stand beside me.

She’s holding a tissue, dabbing at her eyes even as she smiles.

“Grace, you look...

You look like a princess. No, better than a princess.

Like a queen.”

My eyes well up with tears. “I do, don’t I?” I whisper, my voice trembling as I turn to her. “I never thought I could feel this way. Like I’m stepping into a fairy tale.”

“You are,” she says firmly, taking my hands in hers. “And Theo’s the prince you never thought you needed. This is your moment. Soak it all in.”

I laugh softly, tears spilling over as I squeeze her hands. “You’re going to make me cry more and ruin my makeup, and then what? You’ll have to redo everything.”

She grins, brushing a tear off her own cheek.

“It’ll be worth it.

Besides, if you don’t cry now, you’ll definitely cry when you see Theo waiting for you.

I mean, can you believe where you two started? From enemies to this?”

I groan playfully, rolling my eyes. “Don’t remind me. I still can’t believe I survived the first three months of knowing him. Every time he walked into the room, I swear my blood pressure spiked.”

“And now, you’d probably set the world on fire if it meant keeping him safe. Life’s funny like that, huh?”

I laugh, wiping my eyes carefully to avoid smudging anything.

“It really is.

I think that’s what makes this all so much more special.

We fought so hard to get here, Sarah. Not just with each other, but for each other.”

“And that’s why it’s going to last. You two didn’t just fall in love; you built it. Brick by brick, argument by argument.”

“You really outdid yourself with this dress,” I say, turning back to the mirror. “It’s perfect in every way. Just like today.”

She wraps an arm around my shoulders, her smile warm and full of pride.

“You deserve this, Grace. All of it.

And when you walk down that aisle, everyone is going to see what I see right now?—

the most beautiful bride in the world.”

I lean into her, letting her words settle into my heart. I genuinely believe them. Today isn’t just the beginning of my happily-ever-after—it’s proof that sometimes, the most unexpected journeys lead to the most extraordinary destinations.

I clap a hand over my mouth, blinking back the sting of tears. “Oh, Sarah…”

She’s already crying, of course. Sarah, the ever emotional one, the sister of my heart. Her hand trembles as she wipes a tear off her cheek, grinning at me through the sniffles.

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