Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1322

Whitney pressed her lips together, half-amused, half-exasperated, and tucked her knees up, letting herself fall into his arms.

“Time to bring the bride down!” Danny called out in his best groomsman voice, grinning mischievously.

Sammy, with all the charm of a little gentleman, carefully lifted the train of his mom’s wedding dress.

A troop of flower kids did their best to imitate, and the room buzzed with laughter and chaos as Ludwik swept Whitney up in a bridal carry and headed downstairs.

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In the city’s grandest French-style estate, a stately chapel stood tall amid the gardens.

At exactly twelve-oh-eight, the wedding began, the air filled with the gentle, romantic notes of the wedding march.

Parisa and Keegan Tennyson sat on the right, while the Lippert family elders filled the left pews.

The music swelled. The doors opened. Ludwik, tall and steady, stood by the altar, glancing sideways toward the entrance.

His deep, thoughtful gaze followed his beautiful bride as she began her slow walk down the aisle.

Five years—maybe more—flashed through his mind in a jumble of memories: the wild, unlikely way they’d first met, all the breakups and makeups, the circles they’d run, the twins she’d given him, the stunning little girl he adored. All the times he’d almost lost her. And now, today, she was finally his.

He couldn’t believe his luck. Not really.

“Whitney, come on…” His lips moved, the words lost beneath the music.

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