Page 76 of Falling for the Wrong Billionaire
The ferrets, dressed in tiny, custom-made tuxedos, trotting down the aisle ahead of Lucy, each one carrying a small cushion with the rings perched delicately on top. They’re the perfect touch, adding a sense of whimsy and charm to the ceremony.The crowd laughs, and I can’t help but grin. It’s so them — quirky, loving, and entirely fitting for Lucy.
Lucy’s father, James, smiles warmly at me as he gives her hand into mine. There’s a silent understanding between us. I know how hard this day must be for him — giving away his daughter, letting her go. But there’s a sense of acceptance in his eyes, a look that tells me he knows she’s found someone who will love her the way she deserves.
“Take care of her,” he says quietly, his voice thick with emotion.
“I will,” I say, my throat tight. The weight of my promise is heavier than I expected, but I mean it with every fiber of my being.
Lucy smiles up at me, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “I love you,” she whispers, just loud enough for me to hear.
“I love you too,” I reply, my voice raw with emotion. I’ve waited so long for this moment. For her.
As Pastor Jenkins begins the ceremony, everything falls away. The laughter of the crowd, the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore, the soft whispers of the wind. It’s just Lucy and me. We stand in front of each other, hands clasped together, our eyes locked in a gaze that feels like home. And then he asks for our vows.
Lucy, From the moment you got tangled up in those leashes on the pier and I took a dive for those fuzzy critters that were trying hard to take a dive, I knew two things:One — you were absolutely, adorably unlike anyone I’d ever met.And two — I was a goner.
You’ve seen the worst of my coding meltdowns, my ridiculous pranks, and my attempts at dog yoga. You’ve met every version of me — and somehow, you still chose this version today.
I vow to always be your biggest fan — in work, in wonder, in wildly over-the-top ideas. I promise to never stop makingyou laugh, even if it means dressing up like a ferret on your birthday.
I’ll carry snacks in my pockets for the animals, hold your hand when the world gets too loud, and dance with you in the kitchen — always offbeat, always together.
You are my calm and my chaos, my muse and my safe place. And I promise to spend forever figuring out how to love you better — with whimsy, wonder, and every bit of my heart.
I love you, Lucy. Wildly, endlessly, and joyfully.
And as I look into her eyes, she tells me this.
Liam, I used to think love was something quiet. Safe. Predictable. Like a cup of tea and a good book.
And then you showed up — all mischief and mystery and monologues to my ferret kids. You were unexpected… and unforgettable.
I love the way you see the world — like it’s full of magic just waiting to be coded. I love the way you look at me — like I’m the best surprise you've ever unwrapped.
I promise to be your anchor when the world spins too fast — and your partner in chaos when you want to build a catapult in the backyard.
I vow to make space for all your dreams — even the ones with lasers and glitter. To kiss you awake with coffee breath. To walk beside you, hand in hand, through every joy and every storm.
Loving you has been the grandest, quirkiest adventure of my life. And I can’t wait to write the next chapter — side by side, heart to heart, wi-fi or no wi-fi.
I love you, Liam. Always.
And then, when the minister pronounces us husband and wife, I can’t stop the goofy smile that spreads across my face. I lean in, my heart pounding in my chest, and kiss her — gently at first,then deeper, as if we’ve been holding this moment inside for far too long.
The crowd erupts in applause, but all I can hear is the sound of her breath, the softness of her touch as she wraps her arms around me.
The world is ours now.
As we pull away from the kiss, I hear shouting.
“Congratulations, you two!”
I look up and see Nate and Bryan grinning widely, their arms raised in celebration. But it’s not just the cheers or the applause that make this moment perfect. It’s the way Lucy looks at me, like she’s seeing me for the first time all over again.
We walk down the aisle together, hand in hand, our hearts in sync. The ferrets trot beside us, their tiny tuxedos causing even more laughter from the crowd.
We reach the reception area, where our friends and family are waiting. The sun has dipped below the horizon now, and the glow of the string lights above us adds a soft, romantic glow to the evening. I pull Lucy close, my arm around her waist, and feel the warmth of her body against mine.
I can’t stop smiling. I don’t think I ever will.
