“Chelly’s POV”
The smirk on Jack’s face looked similar as the one I saw in the dream.
“I accept Ms. Chelly Morris not only as my wife, but as my queen,” Jack spoke proudly as if he just won a trophy.
He almost gave me a heart attack. I beamed with joy while my mood was delighted.
We signed the marriage documents. Jack handed over the ‘Maher’; a dowry Muslim groom provides for his bride.
It was a breathtakingly beautiful box, decorated with yellow sunflowers.
I took it and opened to see what was inside. It was a gold colored key attached to a sunflower keychain. I blinked a few times in confusion, before looking at Jack.
Jack smiled before he spoke, “it’s a surprise.”
He was handsome and rich. Why did he choose me? Was I that important to him?
I was grinning while lost in th
