Chapter 14 - The Wedding In The Emerald City
On a crisp, golden afternoon in late September, Lucas and I were married on the lawn of our seaside estate.
It was not a cold, performative corporate spectacle like my first wedding.
It was an intimate, radiant celebration of true love, attended by eighty of our closest friends, family, medical colleagues, and Evelyn Cross.
Maya, now three years old, walked down the flower-lined aisle as our flower girl, wearing a pretty ivory dress and a crown of baby’s breath, giggling as she tossed rose petals onto the grass.
When Lucas took my hands at the altar, looking at me with tears of pure devotion in his eyes, I felt the complete, sacred wholeness of a woman who had fought through the darkest storm and found her true home.
We exchanged vows of loyalty, honor, and unconditional love as the Pacific breeze rustled through the ancient fir trees.
When Lucas kissed me, the entire lawn erupted into cheers, music, and joyful applause.
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Maya ran up to the altar, wrapping her little arms around both of our legs. Lucas scooped her up in his arms, kissing her cheek, while I rested my head against his shoulder.
We were a family. Unbreakable, safe, and eternally whole.
