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Aria took another step down the white runner, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain everyone could hear it.
The faces of thirty guests blurred at the edges of her vision. She was aware of them—standing, watching, and some with phones raised to capture the moment—but she couldn't focus on any of them.
Her eyes were locked on Damien.
He stood at the altar in his black tuxedo, Marcus beside him in matching formal attire. But she barely registered Marcus's presence.
All she could see was Damien.
And the tears streaming down his face.
He wasn't trying to hide them or wipe them away. He just stood there, watching her approach, and openly crying.
The sight made her own tears threaten to spill over, but she blinked them back carefully. Nicole had worked too hard on her makeup to r
