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“Thank you, Sierra. For this chance, for seeing the bad things in me and choosing to ignore them all.”

The guests chuckle gently at my words, and so does she, blinking up at me with glistening eyes.

“I vow to stand by you, even when storms come. I vow to be your strength when yours runs low, your peace when the world gets loud, your fire when things grow cold. I vow to protect you, to honor you, and to be faithful to you in every way—heart, body and soul—for as long as I breathe. I vow to never stop choosing you—every single day, for the rest of my life.”

I kiss her hands softly, then slide the ring onto her finger—my hand shaking the whole time.

“I love you, Sierra.”

Hesitantly, she smiles at me with adoration, her eyes full of tears.

“What could I say to the man I’ve already spent almost all my life being in love with?”

She laughs, breathless, echoing my words.

“I chose you from the first day I saw you. And I’ll choose you over and over again—without hesitation, without fear, without pause. I vow to stand by your side, to lift you when you fall, and to love you in ways words can’t fully hold. I vow to respect you, care for you, protect your heart as if it were my own. I vow to build a life with you—a home filled with laughter, warmth, and unwavering loyalty. To be your peace and your biggest supporter. Your constant. To love you fiercely, faithful and endlessly. Not just in the good days—but especially in the hard ones.”

Happy tears—I hope—fall from her beautiful brown eyes, as she slips the ring on my finger.

“I love you, Nick.”

A hush settles over the garden. It feels like the wind is holding its breath. The silence is broken only by the sound of our hearts, beating in sync.

The officiant looks between us with a warm smile, his voice cutting through the quiet.

“By the power vested in me, and with the love I’ve witnessed between you today…” he says, pausing just long enough for the weight of the moment to land in our chests. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

He turns to me, eyes twinkling. “You may kiss your bride.”

I exhale shakily, like I’ve been holding my breath since the day I met her. My hands cup her face gently, reverently—because she’s so precious, fragile, irreplaceable. My eyes lock with hers for one long, soul-deep heartbeat.

Then I lean in and kiss her.

It’s not rushed. It’s not showy. It’s full of promise and wonder and quiet awe. My lips meet hers like o vow of their own—soft and sure, like I’m sealing every word we’ve spoken, every vow we’ve made.

The world around us fades—no guests, no whispers—just her and me, in this perfect moment that belongs only to us.

When we finally part, I rest my forehead against hers, and I feel her smile before I see it.

We’re husband and wife. And everything feels like home—finally.

Applause erupts around us—warm, heartfelt and filled with love. But what I feel is her. The soft emotion wrapping around us like a second skin.

I hear our moms laugh through their tears, while Thalia wipes away a tear, leaning into Liam’s side.

Near them, my father holds my mom’s hand tightly, his expression proud and steady. His eyes—so much like mine—seem to say, “You did good, son.”

Zayn lets out a playful whistle, earning a few chuckles from our guests.

The music swells gently in the background and we begin walking down the aisle together.

The other part of the garden is transformed into a dreamlike setting, where elegance meets paradise. Tall palm trees sway gently above rows of crystal-clear tables, each one adorned with blush and ivory roses, flickering candles, and delicate golden accents.

Velvet chairs in soft shades of taupe are perfectly aligned around each table, creating an intimate yet sophisticated feel. The tables are arranged in a semi-circle around a polished white dance floor that glistens beneath the golden evening light—the heart of celebration, open and inviting.

At the far end, beneath a breathtaking floral arch, a cream-colored loveseat awaits us, framed by soft drapes and crystal stands that shimmer in the breeze.

The atmosphere is enchanting, a perfect blend of romance and luxury, as guests slowly take their seats.