Emily’s fingers curled slightly at her sides.
The moment he pulled away, the click of a camera shutter broke the silence.
Emily blinked, only now realizing that a photographer and videographer were standing nearby.
She turned to Adrian, startled.“You—”
Emily hadn’t even thought about photos, she had assumed a contract marriage wouldn’t require such sentimental gestures.
But Adrian had arranged everything.
Without a word, he placed a hand on her lower back and guided her toward the chapel’s grand wooden doors. The photographer motioned for them to stand together at the steps, the aged stone providing a regal backdrop.
“Closer,”the photographer instructed.
Emily hesitated for a split second before Adrian closed the gap between them effortlessly, his hand resting lig
