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"You look... beautiful."
"I still can't believe you're really getting married."
I couldn't help but smile slightly, looking between Arya and my mom who were both standing behind me.
This morning managed to whip past me—from getting to the venue, having hair and makeup done, before finally sliding into my custom-made dress.
The corset managed to hug my body perfectly, lifting up my cleavage while the bottom half of the dress spilled out like a ballgown.
What I loved most was the white sheer lace at the front of the dress, allowing my tanned legs to peek through.
"I can't believe this is happening either," I breathed out, clearly still processing that we were really doing this.
We're really getting married.
I felt more nervous than I had possibly felt before, especially since I hadn't seen Noa since yesterday after getting gelato.
We had been separated purposefully for the night, and now I was anticipating when I would finally get to lay eyes on her again.
Would I grin idiotically?
Or maybe cry?
I hope I last at least the first half of the wedding, so my makeup won't be too messed up in some of the pictures.
My mom gently adjusted my long dark hair that was spilling onto my shoulders, "I'm so happy for you, Lun," she said, and I could already feel the heaviness grow in my eyes.
"Please don't make me cry," I breathed out, laughing slightly as I nudged her away.
I swear I had never felt so sentimental before.
"Yeah, I think Francesca would pass out if Lundy's makeup got ruined," Vincent called out, walking into the room with my dad.
And even the sight of my dad and my very annoying brother—I easily felt more sentiment grow around me.
Who even am I right now?
My dad laughed, "You at least have to make it down the aisle without crying," he joked, pulling me into a gentle hug.
I let out a weak laugh, trying to keep myself together, "You're right—besides, Vince's nauseating presence makes that easy enough," I joked, even if it was a complete lie.
Vincent dramatically scoffed as he stood by Arya, "That's so not true," he countered.
I hummed, pressing my lips together, "You're right," I admitted, looking up at the dome ceilings to hold back any tears.
"That's a first," my mom joked, gently guiding me away from the mirror.
My dad nodded, "Yeah, you better take this in Vince," he joked, looping his arm with mine.
And that's how I knew it was time.
Vincent chuckled, "Oh, I am. By any chance could you say that again, Lundy? I need to get that on recording," he said, walking over to me with Arya.
I jokingly smacked his shoulder, but he only laughed, looping his arm with my other as Arya and my mom stood in front of me.
"Ready Ms. Spade?" Arya questioned, purposefully using my last name which was about to be changed.
I still couldn't believe this was all happening.
I nodded, taking in a few deep breaths to calm my nerves down, "So ready," I forced out.
My mom flashed me a gentle smile, pressing a brief kiss to my cheek before guiding us out of the dressing room.
—
I had never felt my heart beat so fast or my body shake with so much nervousness before.
The sun was spilling onto my skin perfectly as I descended the flower-decorated stairs with Vincent and my dad by my side.
The same stairs that Arya and my mom had descended minutes before us—with Azelia and Idalia who held the wedding bands.
And even through the sheerness of my veil, I could properly lay eyes on the large audience standing—looking at me with the most awe look on their faces.
I could also make out who stood beyond the audience.
And upon making it down the stairs and finally walking down the aisle, I could see her face entirely.
The way her eyes were trailing my body in disbelief before they managed to meet my own eyes—and that was it.
Crying was officially off the table for me.
Especially when I met Noa's glossy eyes.
I bit down on the inside of my cheek, feeling my tears practically flow out of me like some insane waterfall.
And I swear I couldn't stop if I wanted to.
Not with how the sun hit her at all the best angles as the beautiful scenic view was merely inches behind her.
She looked like a dream.
Her silky white pantsuit was tailored to hug all the amazing curves of her body, leaving the chest slightly open.
And right as I made it to her, I swear I just wanted to forget the wedding itself.
Instead, I just wanted to hold her—to run away with her and have her all to myself.
My eyes fluttered close as my dad lifted back my veil, pressing a brief kiss to my cheek that Vincent also did after him.
"My little girl would be so proud of you," my dad said.
And as soon as I knew what he meant, I swear I was tearing up again.
Imagining, how happy my child self would've been to even see me like this.
"I'm still not happy you hid it from me," Vincent joked, and I couldn't help but laugh slightly, bringing him in for a brief hug.
And as we unwrapped from the hug, I couldn't help but say, "Thank you."
Both of them nodded, smiling down at me with the proudest looks I had ever seen on their faces.
At this point, the tears were never going to stop.
As they guided me over to Noa, they patted her arm, leaning into her to exchange a few words before they sat down in the quiet audience with my mom and Noa's dad—leaving Arya to stand by my side, and Fenix by Noa's side.
"We are gathered here today..."
But I unconsciously zoned the priest out, locking eyes with Noa who was staring down at me—and I could see the light growing behind her glossy eyes.
She was looking at me like I was the most priceless thing to ever stand in front of her.
The look on her face alone made me feel so whole.
Beautiful.
She mouthed to me, gently squeezing my hands that she held in hers—easily forcing more tears to line the brims of my eyes.
It couldn't have been a more magical moment.
"And now onto vows," the priest said, easily snapping me back into the moment.
Now, I was suddenly feeling more nervous than ever again.
My vows were something I had been working on ever since we had started planning the wedding, and here recently, I just finished them.
Recently meaning just last night.
I just really want them to be enough—to put into words how much I love Noa.
But then again, that's seemingly impossible.
There aren't enough words to even begin to describe my love for her.
Noa's lips twitched up into a small smile, "Lunden," she started, and even hearing her say my name was enough for more stupid tears to fall from my eyes.
I swear she could say anything, and I would be a crying mess.
That's how emotional I feel right now.
"All this time, I've called you angel, and while there were many reasons behind it," Noa emphasized, and while the audience couldn't possibly know what she was referring to, I knew she was referring to something very explicit. "The real reason you're my angel—"
She suddenly guided me closer to her, and the act alone only made me want to step even closer—to pull her into my arms fully.
"The real reason you're my angel..." Noa continued once again, and I could easily hear her voice growing weak—forcing more tears to grow in my eyes as I unconsciously squeezed her hands in mine, "Is because you guided me away from such a spiraling darkness," she finally forced out.
My bottom lip trembled slightly taking in the sight of Noa actually crying—full on tears were sliding down her cheeks, easily making more of my own tears fall.
"Every day I spend by your side, I can only think—" Noa interlaced our fingers together, staring between my eyes as she said, "Is this what heaven feels like?"
I could hear the audience sniffling as I blinked back my continuous flow of tears—now how am I supposed to top that?
That was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard before.
I sucked in a deep breath, gathering my composure as I said, "That was so beautiful—and very hard to follow up after."
The audience laughed along with Noa who shook her head at me, holding a loose smile on her perfect lips.
Her smile alone managed to soothe my nerves completely.
"It took me a while to come up with what to say for my vows—every word felt too little, and every sentence felt too short. Nothing felt right," I said, my words entirely honest as I held Noa's brown eyes, "Nothing felt good enough for you," I forced out.
I inhaled a deep breath, blinking away more tears.
God, it's so hard to keep it together.
"You're just so remarkable. You light something up inside of me that no one has come close to even touching," I said, desperately trying to keep my voice strong even if all I wanted to do was pull Noa into my arms and let out insane tears of happiness, "And you said—you said you want to give me the world..."
I unconsciously trailed off, feeling my throat close up and my tears grow even thicker.
And even if Noa was squeezing my hands to reassure me, it only seemed to make me cry even further.
So much so, that Noa instinctively took a step toward me, gently cupping my cheek with one of her hands to wipe the falling tears away.
It was clear that she hated the fact that I was crying, even if they were happy tears.
"You said you wanted to give me the world..." I forced out again, gripping onto Noa's arm as I stared up at her carefully, "But what you fail to realize is that you not only made my world spin again, but you became my world itself."
Noa visibly took in a deep breath as more tears gathered in her eyes.
I swear I had never seen her cry in such a way before.
Such an undeniably beautiful way.
"As long as you're here, Noa, I have the world," I whispered, and that was it—my tears were officially rolling down in the messiest way possible.
But Noa only managed to hold me closer to her.
We were definitely going against any rules right now, but we didn't care.
"I love you more than life itself," Noa said, now cupping both of my cheeks as she gently wiped more of my warm tears away.
I gently squeezed her arms, "I love you too," I forced out, staring into her eyes as the audience fell into a loud applause.
And moments later the two little girls named Azelia and Idalia were walking up with Miracle—our wedding planner and the wife of Noa's close friend, Armani.
"Don't cry," Azelia's small voice tried to soothe me, handing me Noa's wedding band while Idalia handed Noa mine.
I couldn't help but smile at the little girl who was the literal spitting image of Miracle, "These are happy tears," I assured her as I took the ring from her extended hand.
Azelia only hugged my leg before walking back off with Idalia and Miracle—who gave both Noa and me a warm smile before she took her seat back beside Armani.
"Noa, do you take Lunden to be your lawfully wedded Wife? Do you promise to love and cherish her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her, for so long as you both shall live?" the priest carefully asked her.
Noa only smiled wider, "I do," she said, gently sliding the wedding band onto my finger.
"And Lunden, do you take Noa to be your lawfully wedded Wife? Do you promise to love and cherish her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her, for so long as you both shall live?" the priest now asked me.
"I do," I said, not even hesitating to slide the banded ring onto her finger with such a wide smile, that my cheeks grew sore.
"Congratulations, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss—"
But he was quickly cut short when Noa pulled me forward, sealing the ceremony with a deep kiss.
I slid my arms around her neck, pulling her in deeper as the audience fell into a deep applause.
And I swear the beautiful moment moved in slow motion—pulling Noa into a deep hug as the large audience managed to clap even louder.
With happy smiles, we held each other in a tight hug, watching the large audience clap in celebration.