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There’s an orange box in the front seat, which the driver passes to me before he starts driving.
“From Mr. Godoy.” It’s the only thing he says.
I notice a small envelope and open it to read the note first.
To My Wife on Our Wedding Day,
Camila,
Asking you to marry me has been the best decision of my life. From the first moment I saw you through that video feed, I knew you were going to be someone important to me. I just never thought one day you would become my everything.
With your laughter and kindness, you have thawed my heart and showed me that a life full of love and happiness is possible without giving up who I am.
You and Ava have brought my heart back to life.
Your husband,
Vicente
A sob escapes me before I can cover my mouth. This man is too much.
“Mummy, what’s wrong?” Ava asks as she moves closer to me.
“Nothing, sweetie. Mummy is okay. I’m just very, very happy right now.”
Her face transforms into a bright smile, and her eyes grow big when she looks inside the box. “Mummy, look.”
When I glance inside, I see the most beautiful bouquet I’ve ever seen. There are several kinds of flowers, all in different shades of pink. But when I look closer, I see rhinestones in each one.
“Are these diamonds, Mummy?” Ava wonders as she gently touches one with her index finger.
“I’m not sure,mi amor. But I wouldn’t put it past Vicente.”
Mrs. Evans chuckles as she nods in agreement, while Ava’s eyes fix on the little rhinestones as she counts them one by one.
We arrive at Town Hall in no time, and the first thing I see is Vicente on the steps.
He looks dapper in a black tailcoat tuxedo. His tie is gray and has a design I can’t really see from here. He’s also wearing a top hat, and wow, Vicente looks so handsome.
A shot of adrenaline rushes through me as it hits me—I’m really about to marry the most attractive man I’ve ever met.
Vicente beats the driver to open the door for us, and after helping Mrs. Evans out and hugging Ava, he offers me his hand to help me get out of the car.
“Camila, you look,” he says in a breathy voice as his eyes scan me from head to toe.
“You look very dapper yourself, soon-to-be husband,” I say, placing my right hand on his chest.
His heart is beating fast—is he nervous?
“Are you alright?” I ask him as my eyebrows furrow.
“Yes, of course. I was just starting to get worried. You’re late.” He practically growls as he grabs my hand, and I chuckle at his grumpy demeanor.
He raises a challenging brow, and my chuckle deepens.
“I almost went looking for you, I’ll have you know,” he says as we make our way to the steps where I see a man who looks like Vicente. It must be his brother, Gabo. They have the same dark brown eyes and their noses are similar.
“I’m sorry. I laugh when I’m nervous,” I say once I can speak.