Chapter 104 - Mr. & Mrs. Evans. (1/2)

The garden was bathed in warm light. Vases of flowers were everywhere. Two rows of armchairs with guests and a path between them led to a bright floral arch. Where a man in a blue tuxedo stood on a small platform.

Their gazes met for a moment, and Emily dropped her eyes.

Lord, at least not burst into tears! She remembered the words of the vow Justin had written for her. If she thought that she was madly in love with this man, then after those words ”madly” would  be nothing compared to what her feelings for him turned into.

The girl took the first step.

Here her gaze swept over her colleagues from the publishing house, who now became her subordinates and for whom she was responsible. Emily mentally thanked each of them that they believed in her as a professional and entrusted her with the well-being of their lives.

One more step.

Bridesmaids. Kelly, Catherine, Zoya. So different and so amazing.

The blonde Joyce is like a bright sun, from which it is impossible to take your eyes off. The magic that she creates through photography is like a miracle. Thanks to her pictures, Emily realized how beautiful she is. Not in terms of appearance, but in terms of personality. Each person is beautiful already by the fact that he exists. It remains only to see this beauty by looking into your eyes.

Stand in front of a mirror, look inside your own soul and say with love, ”You are beautiful. Be yourself. It's already enough that you exist.”

Redhead beauty Kelly. The closest friend in life. Her unstoppable fire was giving warmth even when the whole world of Emily was covered with an ice age. She is like that crazy squirrel with a nut that can break an entire continent, cause a worldwide catastrophe if you need to help a friend for this. And then, with her head set high proudly, go into the sunset, singing a merry song.

Emily squeezed the bouquet in her hands. If it goes to her beloved Kelly, it will be the best ending to the wedding.

Zoya Evans. This dark horse burst into her world like a tornado. A fragile figure, small stature, but how much energy she has! Black hair, like the Evans brothers, almost reaches the shoulders, huge blue eyes, like two clear lakes. They were not closely acquainted, but already felt each other like family.

Emily took another step. And further.

A pair of brown eyes followed her every movement. The girl smiled at the corners of her lips and nodded slightly.

Christian's face remained calm. But the eyes, always cold before, flashed with warmth.

”Thank you,” she said with her lips, and the man understood her.

Arthur led the girl to the altar and passed her hand into the hand of his grandson.

”You are so beautiful,” whispered the groom, not taking his eyes off the bride.

Emily smiled and looked down, embarrassed. Her dress was not pretentious; rather, on the contrary, it was quite modest. Open shoulders, tight-fitting silhouette and a skirt that slightly diverged towards the bottom.

From the back, there was a thin long train, reminiscent of a royal robe. Although Emily liked the comparison with folded wings better.

Her hand was still shaking. Or was it Justin's hand? He squeezed Emily's hand and leaned it against him.

”Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here to legally marry this beautiful couple...”

The invited priest began a solemn speech, but his words melted in the air like snow flakes falling into the water.

Emily stared at her fiancé and didn't believe this was happening to her. This man was so amazing in her eyes that she would need at least a hundred epithets to describe his merits.

Justin turned to her and smiled back. There were tears in the man's eyes. Or was it her own tears intended to ruin her makeup? Even if the makeup artist hadn't told her to keep her eyes open, Emily would never have closed them now.