Ian and I had an incredibly grand, lavish wedding.
My dad practically invited half of the business world's elite to the celebration.
During the ceremony, he clamped Ian's hand in his, tears streaming down his weathered face.
"I'm handing my precious little girl over to you. Promise me you'll take good care of her, always."
Ian nodded seriously. "I promise. Don't worry."
After we tied the knot, we moved into Ian's mountainside villa.
The place had a huge, fully equipped recording studio, plus a sprawling garden bursting with blooms of every color.
It was exactly the home I'd always daydreamed about.
Ian quit his position at Diamond Entertainment to focus solely on being my personal producer.
He said that for the rest of his life, he only wanted to write songs for me, and no one e
