#Chapter 377: To Be Wed

As I stood at the altar, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation, I could feel the weight of the moment bearing down on me like a heavy cloak. But as Timothy approached, his eyes shining with love and adoration, the world around me seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of us in its wake. When he reached me, his hand gently lifting the veil that obscured my face, I felt a rush of warmth flood my cheeks. "You are the most beautiful woman," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. The words hung in the air between us, a tender affirmation of his love that sent butterflies dancing in my stomach. I could feel the heat of his gaze on me, his eyes searching mine as if trying to memorize every detail. I blushed furiously under his gaze, the intensity of his words leaving me speechless. "Thank you," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible over the soft strains of the music. As Timothy took my hand in his, the weight of his touch grounding me in the moment, I felt a surge