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girl, I always imagined a fairy-tale wedding—an enchanting day filled with festivities and vibrant decorations, where I'd b

bed, and mysterious billionaire whom I'm meeting for the first time. And instead of a grand carriage, my

eetie?" my mom wh

me all these years without any help. Even now, at twenty-three, she still sees me as her li

pset, maybe even angry. And why wouldn't it? I am upset and

swallowing hard. "Just t

h with this if you don't want to. We c

mother winces. "I'm sorry. It's just been a lot for me lately. Bu

h the front. She turns to me and plants a big kiss on my cheek.

know if I could've done it alone." She gives me a quick hug an

once since I started walking down the aisle. But now he slowly turns. He is ev

he looks me over. His tan skin and height—at least six feet—make him stand out even more. His muscles bulge through his ver