Page 54 of Billionaire Boss's Bold Proposal

As I stood before the mirror, anticipation, and excitement coursed through my veins. I slipped into the gown, my fingers trembling, nerves and pure joy.

The fabric caressed my skin. The bodice was a work of art adorned with intricate lace that seemed to dance across my chest and shoulders.

The dress hugged my curves in all the right places, accentuating my waist. Layers upon layers of tulle and organza cascaded into a voluminous skirt, creating a sense of grandeur and grace.

Sheer lace extended from my shoulders down to the small of my back, exposing just enough skin to tease and tantalize.

A delicate veil adorned with tiny pearls framed my face with sheer elegance. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of confidence.

“You look dazzling,” Bella gushed.

“You look like the second bride yourself,” I told her.

Bella’s breathtaking gown had a bodice that cascaded down, accentuating her curves. The sweetheart neckline added a touch of romance to the overall design.

Luxurious silk draped softly around her, moving with every step she took. The dress’s soft, blush hue perfectly complemented the wedding’s color scheme.

The gown was cinched with intricate beading, defining her waist and creating a flattering silhouette. The back had delicate buttons trailed, disappearing into a flowing train. She was a vision of elegance and beauty. Stefan would be blown away.

Bella blushed, “We need to leave now.”

I nodded. We left and were silent on the ride to the church. Stefan stood outside waiting for me in a tailored black tuxedo, epitomizing classic charm. The jacket perfectly fit, accentuating his broad shoulders and masculine silhouette.

“You look stunning. You are a beautiful bride,” he whispered to me.

“Thank you,” I smiled back, “You look great.”

Then he grinned and kissed Bella, “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“I can’t wait to see what’s beneath the tuxedo,” Bella replied.

“Alright, it’s my wedding, walk me,” I said.

They laughed as I grabbed my bouquet from Bella. She entered the church, and Stefan extended his arm towards me.

“You ready?” he asked.

I nodded, “Let’s do this.”

As I went into the chapel, my breath caught in my throat. Sunlight streamed through stained glass windows. The soft glow of candlelight flickered, adding warmth to the intimate space.

The floral arrangements adorned the altar, creating a breathtaking backdrop for exchanging vows.

As I laid eyes on Roger, my heart skipped a beat. He stood before me, radiating confidence and charm, ready to take this momentous step forward forever.

A perfectly tailored black tuxedo, exuding an air of utmost elegance, accentuating his masculine physique. Crisp white contrasted the jacket, and the sleek black bow tie added a touch of sophistication. His trousers draped perfectly over a pair of polished black shoes.

“You look exquisite. You’re so beautiful that you take my breath away,” he whispered in my ears when Stefan handed me to him.

“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen,” I grinned.

The Pastor stood before us and smiled at us as the ceremony began.

“We have gathered here with loved ones and well-wishers to witness the union of Roger and Mandy. Your vows, Roger,” the Pastor said.

“Mandy, from the first moment I saw you, my world changed. Your smile is my sunshine, your laughter my music. You have shown me unconditional love.”

“I vow to love you with a love that knows no bounds and will endure. I promise to be a source of strength and comfort. I give you my hand, my heart, and my unwavering devotion. I’m grateful for our love for the future and our baby. With this ring, I seal my vow to you, my beloved Mandy.”

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