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Sarah’s pov.

I sat in front of the vanity mirror, the ivory folds of my white wedding gown cascading around me like a cloud. My heart fluttered with excitement, sending tremors of joy through every fiber of my being. Today was the day I would marry the most sought-after billionaire bachelor in the country, Alex Hamilton. He was the epitome of perfection, and the thought of being his wife left me awe-struck with gratitude for my extraordinary luck. Despite the limited time we had spent together, I couldn’t deny the deep admiration and affection I had harbored for him since I was a young girl.

As I gazed at my reflection, a radiant blush painted my cheeks, mirroring the uncontainable delight surging within me. My heartbeats seemed to synchronize with the rhythmic rustle of the dress, and I felt like a princess preparing to meet her prince. Today, I would walk down the aisle and pledge my eternal love to him, knowing that he would become mine for all eternity.

A soft knock on my door disrupted my reverie, and Tia, my loyal friend and bridesmaid, graced the room with her presence. Her warm smile and playful wink conveyed her understanding of the depths of my emotions.

“So, are you ready, my beautiful bride?” she asked, her eyes shimmering with happiness on my behalf.

“More than ever,” I replied, my voice filled with anticipation and wonder.

With delicate finesse, Tia placed a sheer veil over my face, adding an air of enchantment to my appearance. We linked arms, the unyielding support of a dear friend embracing me like an invisible shield, as we embarked on the journey to the grand wedding hall where my destiny awaited.

As we approached the hall, my heart skipped a beat, knowing that my father stood there, beaming with pride and affection. His love for me had always been evident, and he had always wished for my happiness. The bond between our families, strengthened by a shared history of friendship and business, had paved the way for my path to intertwine with Alex’s. However, I couldn’t help but wonder if he had ever noticed me before this moment, as he had always been enveloped in a world of business and commitments.

Growing up, my parents had instilled in me a sense of discipline and focus on my studies, leading to my remarkable achievements in the field of business. Yet, part of me felt torn between the dreams I had nurtured for myself and the allure of the fairy tale unfolding before me. My parents’ conservative values had kept me from the typical social scenes where young people mingled and formed connections. I had dedicated myself to my education and my family’s business, and now, on the precipice of marriage to the man of my dreams, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my life might take a path similar to my mother’s – a life confined to the walls of home.

As my father’s warm gaze fell upon me, he said in a gentle tone, “Are you ready, my princess?”

I nodded, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. It was the day I had dreamt of since I was a little girl, the day I would marry the man who stood at the end of the aisle, waiting for me to join him in this new chapter of our lives.

With my hand resting gently on my father’s arm, I hooked onto his elbow as he led me forward. My steps were measured, and my head was slightly bowed, a reflection of the emotions swirling within me. As we walked down the aisle, the soft strains of the music seemed to fade into the background, and all I could focus on was the man who would soon become my husband.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Raising my lashes slowly, my eyes met his, and for a moment, confusion flickered across my face. His handsome features were framed by a sleek black tuxedo, but his expression appeared serious and distant. My heart sank, wondering if this was how he truly felt or if it was just the weight of the occasion.

We had met briefly before, during our engagement, but I knew little about him beyond his public persona. As I approached him now, I couldn’t help but wonder about the life that awaited us after this grand ceremony. The anxiety within me intensified as I questioned whether I would be able to live up to his expectations as a wife.

At just twenty years old, I lacked experience in matters of the heart. My parents’ strict upbringing had sheltered me from the world of dating and relationships, leaving me with a sense of innocence that contrasted sharply with the glamour and fame that surrounded my soon-to-be husband. He was a sought-after bachelor, famous as a playboy, adored by many, and it was natural for my mind to be filled with doubts.

As we approached the stage, my father took hold of my hand and placed it in Alex’s. A shiver ran down my spine as our skin made contact.

He held my hand firmly, providing a sense of security amidst the chaos of my thoughts. The officiant began the ceremony, explaining the rituals and vows, and asked if we wanted to exchange our own personal vows. Alex chose to stick with the traditional vows, and I nodded in agreement.

The ceremony began, and we exchanged our heartfelt vows. Finally, the moment arrived when I said those magical words, “I do.” We exchanged rings, symbols of our commitment. My ring was a beautiful platinum band engraved with Alex’s name, and his ring bore my name in elegant engraving.

As the officiant announced us as husband and wife, a wave of nervousness washed over me. Alex slowly wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned in, placing a gentle peck on my lips. It lasted only a fraction of a moment, and if it weren’t for the significance of the occasion, I might have missed it entirely. Confusion clouded my thoughts as Alex abruptly pulled away. Perhaps he was conscious of the crowd around us. I raised my gaze to meet his, but his intense stare gave nothing away. I couldn’t decipher the emotions hidden behind his serious expression.

Now it was time for the bouquet toss, and the eager girls gathered, ready to catch it. According to tradition, I was supposed to be carried up by Alex for this part. However, observing his solemn face, I decided to abandon that hope. Instead, I walked alongside him towards the exit. With a quick flick of my wrist, I threw the bouquet over my shoulder, stealing a glance to see my best friend Tia catch it. That meant she would be the next one to walk down the aisle, and I would proudly stand beside her as her bridesmaid.

As we stepped outside the venue, a luxurious limousine awaited us, with the chauffeur standing ready to open the door. Alex graciously entered first and made room for me on the spacious backseat. Holding up the weight of my gown, I carefully maneuvered myself into the car. The chauffeur closed the door behind me and settled in behind the wheel. With a gentle turn of the ignition key, the engine purred to life, and we began our journey towards Alex’s mansion.

Glancing at Alex from the corner of my eye, I noticed that he was lost in his own thoughts, staring out the window. It felt somewhat awkward that he didn’t seem interested in engaging with his newly wedded wife. Perhaps his immense success and popularity had shaped a certain level of arrogance within him, as I had read in countless articles and heard from friends. But I pushed those thoughts aside. What mattered was that he was now mine, and with time, we would have the opportunity to know each other better. I firmly believed that one day, I would be able to capture his heart just as deeply as he had captured mine.