Chapter 90: A Bride Waiting For Him

Maya I walked up the aisle with Jackson holding my hand, his little fingers gripping mine tightly, vibrating with excitement. His smile stretched wide, contagious and unwavering, like he knew a secret that only happiness could reveal. And me? My heart thumped with a different rhythm, tangled with nerves and disbelief. Everything felt like a dream—a dream I'd held so close yet feared might never come true. A small smile lifted the corners of my lips as I caught sight of Nate standing tall on the stage, the priest by his side, and Tyrone standing watch as a groomsman. As Nate's gaze met mine, I saw his lips part slightly, eyes softening in awe. I could feel the eyes of everyone present as they stood, the soft lighting dimming upon my entrance, and a gentle melody began to play, wrapping the moment in a surreal calm. Step by step, I moved closer to Nate, feeling as though I was walking toward a piece of my soul, a wish that had taken its time but was finally being granted. This marriage,