Chapter 377

As I stood at the altar, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation, I could feel the weight of the moment bearing down on me like a heavy cloak. But as Timothy approached, his eyes shining with love and adoration, the world around me seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of us in its wake.

When he reached me, his hand gently lifting the veil that obscured my face, I felt a rush of warmth flood my cheeks. "You are the most beautiful woman," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

The words hung in the air between us, a tender affirmation of his love that sent butterflies dancing in my stomach. I could feel the heat of his gaze on me, his eyes searching mine as if trying to memorize every detail.

I blushed furiously under his gaze, the intensity of his words leaving me speechless. "Thank you," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible over the soft strains of the music.

As Timothy took my hand in his, the weight of his touch grounding me in the moment, I felt a surge of emotion welling up inside me. This was it – the moment we had been waiting for, the moment when we would pledge our love to each other in front of our family and friends.

With a deep breath, I turned to face Timothy, his eyes locked on mine with a tenderness that took my breath away. And as we exchanged heartfelt vows, the words tumbling from our lips like poetry, I knew with absolute certainty that this was where I belonged – here, in this moment, with him by my side.

"I promise to love you fiercely, to stand by your side through every joy and sorrow," Timothy said, his voice trembling with emotion. "To cherish you, honor you, and support you in all that you do. You are my rock, my heart, my everything."

Tears welled in my eyes as I listened to his words, each one a testament to the depth of his love for me. "And I promise to love you with all that I am," I replied, my voice choked with emotion. "To be your partner, your confidante, your best friend. To lift you up when you falter, and to celebrate with you in times of joy. You are my light, my soul, my forever."

As we exchanged rings, the symbols of our commitment and devotion, I felt a sense of peace settle over me like a warm blanket. With each gentle touch, each whispered vow, our bond grew stronger, until at last, we were no longer two individuals, but one united soul.

And then, with a final exchange of smiles, the officiant pronounced us husband and wife, to the cheers and applause of our guests.

As Timothy leaned in to kiss me, his lips meeting mine in a tender embrace, I felt a sense of completeness wash over me. This was it – the beginning of our journey together.

When we pulled away from each other, our lips still tingling from the sweetness of the moment, I couldn't help but smile.

The reception hall buzzed with excitement as guests mingled, their laughter and chatter filling the air like music. The tables were adorned with elegant centerpieces, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm, inviting glow over the room. It was a scene straight out of a fairy tale.

As Timothy and I made our way through the crowd, hand in hand, we were met with hugs, kisses, and well-wishes from friends and family alike. I found myself surrounded by Timothy's family members, each one eager to welcome me into the fold with open arms.

"So, Evie," Timothy's Aunt Vivian began, her tone laced with curiosity. "Tell us, how did you and Timothy meet?"

I forced a smile, my mind racing for a suitable answer. "Oh, we met through very odd circumstances," I replied, my voice a little too high-pitched for my liking. "It was just one of those chance encounters, you know?"

But before I could elaborate any further, another family member chimed in with a question of their own. "And what do you do for a living, Evie?"

I shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny, suddenly feeling as though I were under a microscope. "I, uh, I work in a law firm," I stammered, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "It's nothing too exciting, really."

The questions kept coming, each one more probing than the last, until at last I felt as though I were suffocating under the weight of their curiosity.

As if on cue, Timothy appeared by my side, his hand coming to rest on my waist. "Hello," he said, his voice a soothing. "Would you care to dance with me? It's our first dance as husband and wife, after all."

I could feel the tension melting away as I looked into his eyes. "I would love to," I replied, my voice steady and sure.

With a smile, Timothy took my hand in his, leading me to the center of the dance floor. The world around us seemed to fade away as we moved together, our bodies swaying in perfect harmony to the music.

It was a moment of pure magic, a chance for us to forget about the worries and stresses of the outside world and simply be together. And as we danced, surrounded by the love and support of our friends and family, I felt at peace.

But as the song came to an end and the applause died down, I felt a sudden urge to do something unexpected, something that would leave a lasting impression on this already unforgettable day.

Excusing myself from Timothy's embrace, I made my way to the front of the room, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation. All eyes turned to me as I approached the microphone, the room falling silent in anticipation of what I was about to say.

"Hello, everyone," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "Thank you all so much for being here today to celebrate this special moment with us. It means the world to Timothy and me to have you all here."

There was a chorus of applause and cheers, and I couldn't help but smile at the outpouring of love and support.

"But before we continue with the festivities," I continued, "there's someone I need to thank. Well, two people. They played a pivotal role in shaping the man I love into the amazing person he is today."

Timothy's brow furrowed in confusion as he watched me, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. This wasn't part of the itinerary we had planned together, and I could tell he was beginning to wonder what I had up my sleeve.

"Kamran," I said, meeting his gaze from across the room with a grateful smile, "Thank you for helping me put together this presentation I'm about to show everyone."

Timothy’s eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushing. "Evie, what are you—"

But before he could speak any further, I motioned for the projection screen to be turned on, the image of a slideshow appearing before us in a blaze of light.

Timothy's eyes widened in awe as he watched the screen flicker to life, and his mother’s face faded into view.