It was peaceful, soft, and calm exactly how Ann wanted it. No flashing cameras. No screaming headlines. No high society guests. Just her, Richard, the people they loved most, and a day meant to heal old wounds and start anew. After everything they had been through the kidnapping, the trauma, the therapy, and the judgment they had finally made it. This time, it wasn’t about proving anything. It was about love.
Ann stood in front of the mirror in a simple cream-colored dress. It wasn’t fancy. No crystals, no diamonds, no long train. Just soft lace, a satin ribbon around her waist, and a short veil pinned in her neatly done hair. Her hands trembled slightly. Not from fear. But from emotion. Her heart swelled with feelings she couldn’t put into words. Her mother stepped into the room and smil
