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The day of the wedding, everything goes wrong.

It’s raining and Francesca is late and I don’t know if I can go through with this.

She finally shows up and her hair looks mussed and I groan.

“I know you’ve got a man, you should just tell me,” I say, and she laughs.

“Absolutely not. I just overslept. I’ve been single and with me, myself, and I,” she insists. “I’m so sorry, Aurora.”

I haven’t seen Nico in three days and I miss him so much. We’ve been living together but I’ve been staying with my father for the last two days according to tradition.

“I feel like I’m too pregnant for this dress,” I say.

“You look beautiful. Nico is going to lose it the second he sees you,” she insists.

In fact, when I walk down the aisle with Papa, Nico has a tear running down his cheek.

“This dress is perfect,” he murmurs to me, and it reminds me of that first night, the first night he really noticed me in that dress, and I can’t help but smile, happy tears pricking at the backs of my eyes.

I’m just about eight months pregnant and I feel like I’m about to burst out of the seams of the dress I’m in, but if Nico thinks I look perfect, then I feel perfect.

I barely listen as the priest says we can do our own vows, and I fumble when I take the notes I wrote from Francesca.

“Nico,” I start, and then I just hand the notes back to her. “I wrote so many beautiful words about how much I love you and how grateful I am that you’re with me and our baby, but it seems like too little. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember, and I’m just so happy that you chose me.”

“I’ll keep choosing you,” he says. “Every day, for the rest of our lives.” He takes in a shaky breath. “Aurora.Principessa.I can’t believe that I’ve known you for so long and for some crazy reason, I never realized how amazing you are. You’ve got such a big heart and soul, and all I can say is that I’m so happy thatyouchoseme. You could have anyone you want, with that big heart and that perfect face of yours, and you chose me all those years ago. I’m sorry it took me so long to notice.”

I’m crying in earnest now, and he takes my hand, slides the ring on it.

“Will you say I do,principessa, and believe me when I say that I love you? When I say that you’re beautiful? Will you say that you’ll be with me forever?”

“I’m yours, Nico,” I tell him. “I’ve always been yours.”

I shakily slide the ring on his finger and he leans down to kiss me before the priest says that he can kiss the bride.

He grins sheepishly when he looks back up, and Francesca laughs.

I’m the one that kisses him when the priest finally says it, and everyone in audience cheers.

Dante and Mia hold the reception at their place, and it’s beautiful, flowers everywhere.

Francesca comes up to me with a glass of champagne and hugs me tightly.

“You looked amazing up there,” she says, and I smile at her, patting her back. “We’ve been through so much but you handled it with such grace.”

“So, now can I be mad at you for getting me into that situation?” I ask with a laugh to let her know I’m not serious.

“Absolutely not,” she says. “That’s how my stupid brother fell in love with you.”

I blink at her, knowing that she’s right. Thatishow Nico and I fell in love.

“I guess you’re right. Thank you for almost getting me killed,” I joke, and Francesca cackles and hugs me again.

We’re cutting the cake when my stomach begins to cramp.

“I think I ate too many crab cakes,” I mutter.

“Are you okay,principessa?” Nico asks with a concerned look, and I nod slowly, straightening up.

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