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She looked over the people, noting familiar faces; some she had only recently met, and others she had known for months now, smiling back at her.

And then, she stared forward.

At him.

Chris waited at the end of the aisle, his twin at his left, wearing a custom, tailored tux he filled perfectly. It reminded her how lucky she was to have this gorgeous man waiting on her—smiling for her. Well, he reminded her of that every time he woke her up in the morning, and each night before she fell asleep with him next to her. His white silk vest and tie was a stark contrast to the red set his twin, and other brothers wore for the day.

The chiseled line of his jaw softened when his grin deepened, and his dark gaze drifted down her dress to take her in. The proud glint in his eye said he liked what he saw waiting for him. Just like that, she was the only woman in the world, and he was the one man made for her. She’d been careful to do that for this day. Ensure he didn’t see her dress—that it would be a complete surprise.

Chris had been more than willing to play along.

Whatever she wanted.

He loved her too much.

She understood.

She loved him the same.

From all the way across the room, she sensed his stare. The way he drank her in and appreciated her. Adored her. He never hid it. Not from her, or from anyone else. She couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life being loved by this amazing man.

Maria waved at her mom from her spot next to Haven, reminding her they still had a whole ceremony to get through. Valeria stopped wasting time standing at the end of the aisle when where she wanted to be next to Chris far more.

That’s where she belonged.

Forever.