Page 50 of The Billionaire's Second-Chance Bride

We’ll make it up to her.

Yes, Lucy loved the sound of “we.” Togetherness. Two souls in one. Yes, Maxine certainly deserved some honor in all of this. Lucy was glad she was handing over the agency to her. This was the ultimate planned wedding.

She had been betrayed by Mr. Wrong in her past but now she was with Mr. Right. And nothing could be more fulfilling.

“So I ended up planning my own wedding?”

“And what’s so wrong about that?”

“Nothing, except…when is the ceremony? The invitations have to go out.”

“Done. Maxine and I took care of all that, Lucy. You needn’t worry about a thing.”

“I’m speechless. So I got engaged and will get married in the same day? What about my gown?”

“Hey, people are doing it these days. Nothing wrong with that. Why waste time and headache with all that long-term planning? Besides, you already laid the groundwork. Maxine told me about the do-it-yourself wedding booth at the convention. And your gown was fitted when you tried on that dress at the same booth.”

“Maxine!” Lucy grinned, shaking her head.

“I thought it was a great idea. So she showed me the email and we took it from there making sure that you planned the Smithsons wedding how you would want your own wedding since they were leaving it up to you to design.”

“Thanks!” A warm feeling nestled in her heart.

“I’m in love with you, Antonio.”

“I love you, too, Lucy. I don’t know how I would manage to spend another day without you.”

When they arrived at their cars, Antonio firmly kissed Lucy and the puppy he had cradled in his arms planted a sloppy, wet one on her chin.

She laughed. “I think he’s trying to tell us something. Here, let me hold my little guy.” She carefully took the pup into her arms and cuddled him. “He’s so adorable. Maybe he could be the ring bearer.”

“I think that might be pressing it. He may run off with the wedding bands,” Antonio teased.

“No. We can’t have that now, can we?”

Later that evening…

The garden looked picture perfect.

The flowers decorated it in such an enchanted way that Lucy felt as if she was the princess from a castle wedding at sunset. The sky was turning a purple orangey hue. It was breathtaking. The blooms smelled of sweet perfume and filled the air with their fresh aroma.

Lucy walked down the aisle to the soft, sensuous ballad “Evergreen” by Barbra Streisand. It was perfect given the floral setting.

And what a sweet ambiance!

Though the day was turning to night, the trees all had the warm glow of the lights in the fairy lights that decorated them. Then the aisle was gorgeously lit with tea lights in safe glasses glowing in a warm orange. Gold and cream were the colors for the ceremony with a touch of emerald green.

What gave it its breathtaking ambiance was the fact that the four-place round tables on the property had lanterns underneath the tablecloths to give off the sensation of orange balls of sun glowing beneath the evening sky.

Beautiful.

Lucy wore a white, full length, Cinderella wedding gown with a plunging neckline that accentuated her body as her emerald green gown did the day she first danced with Antonio. She was choked by emotion over her small, close-knit guest list. Her good friends.

Maxine sat near the front since Lucy decided not to have any bridesmaids. She noticed Maxine eyeing Antonio’s cousin Lucas who was seated near to her. Lucy grinned. Then there was Toni, Antonio and Lucas’s grandfather who sat in a wheelchair alongside his new bride, Shelly. Darla, from the office, and Mr. Petri and others watched Lucy with loving eyes as she made her way down the aisle.

Antonio, of course, was stunning!

There was something so desirable about a groom in a white, crisp, shiny tux.

Breathtaking.

And he was all hers.

Proudly, she embraced with him when she reached the altar. The minister was in place and the ceremony commenced.

Moments later…

“I do,” Lucy answered, raw emotion controlling her voice.

“I now pronounce you…husband and wife,” was all she remembered hearing before Antonio leaned down and swept her in his strong arms. He bestowed on Lucy the sweetest, most sensual kiss. She thought she would forfeit her breath.

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