Chapter 19 - The Wedding
We decided to keep the wedding incredibly small, deeply intimate, and entirely focused on the people who truly loved us.
There were absolutely no massive ice sculptures, no expensive string quartets, and zero toxic, high-society guests judging our every move.
We rented a beautiful, rustic wooden barn in the countryside, completely surrounded by blooming spring flowers and massive oak trees.
My parents flew in from Detroit, incredibly proud and weeping heavily as my father walked me down the beautiful, sunlit aisle.
Sarah was my incredibly fiercely loyal maid of honor, holding my beautiful bouquet of wild, colorful spring flowers.
I wore a simple, elegant white lace dress that made me feel completely comfortable and entirely beautiful.
Lily, wearing a tiny, completely adorable flower girl dress, aggressively threw petals everywhere except the actual aisle, making the entire crowd laugh loudly.
Marcus stood at the altar, looking incredibly handsome and deeply, profoundly emotional as I finally reached his side.
Our vows were not generic, completely hollow promises; they were deeply personal, incredibly powerful testaments to our survival and our love.
He promised to always protect us, to completely respect my independence, and to fiercely love Lily as his own blood.
I promised to completely trust him, to build a beautiful future together, and to never let the dark shadows of the past dim our bright light.
When the completely joyous minister finally pronounced us husband and wife, Marcus kissed me with an absolute, overwhelming passion.
The incredibly small crowd cheered loudly, completely filling the rustic barn with massive, undeniable echoes of pure love and profound support.
The reception was a massive, completely chaotic dance party, filled with incredibly loud laughter and joyful, completely unburdened celebration.
I danced with my father, I danced wildly with Lily, and I danced incredibly closely with my brand new, perfectly chosen husband.
I completely forgot the names Julian and Eleanor Kensington, their dark memories entirely replaced by the massive, glowing warmth of my new life.
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I was completely, utterly surrounded by people who loved me for exactly who I was, not for what I could completely offer them.
The nightmare was permanently, undeniably over, and the absolute, beautiful dream was finally, completely beginning.
