The bridesmaid and the groomsman never took their eyes off each other throughout the entire ceremony. People could call them enthralled, smitten, infatuated—or silly fools. Who cared? Certainly not the bridesmaid, teary eyed and emotional that she was. Nor the groomsman, whose face had softened amid sharp angles and lines that were thrown in stark relief against the severity of his tuxedo suit.
The only times they looked away were when Cole handed the rings to a bored looking Chad and when Fiona, irritated at Chad’s expression of disinterest, deposited her bouquet of fresh orchids into Olivia’s hands, a bit too forcefully.
In Cole’s eyes, only she existed in the whole church. When he saw her enter behind the bride, clad in an green silk dress that made her eyes shine with an ethereal vibrancy, her glorious mane of hair adorned with lilies artfully piled up on her head—a picture of grace and beauty—he almost stopped breathing. A magnificent sight that floored him. And she was his. She had damn well admitted it. Their return to New York would mark the start of a new life for both of them.
He wanted to talk to her about a few ideas he was considering. She had told him how she loved working with authors but wasn’t completely happy with her job. She also wished she had the time to write her own book. They certainly had a lot to think about in the coming months. He wanted a family, children. He wanted her. This day, he pledged his heart to her.
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