Chapter 49: The Wedding Day

Esme sat in front of the grand vanity, surrounded by a team of experts working meticulously on every detail of her appearance. The soft hum of conversation and the occasional sound of brushes sweeping against her skin filled the air.

The makeup artist blended delicate shades of champagne and gold onto her eyelids, accentuating the natural warmth in her gaze. A subtle flush adorned her cheeks, and her lips were painted a soft yet striking shade of deep red, giving her an air of classic sophistication.

The hairstylist worked on her long, dark locks, curling them into soft waves before pinning some strands delicately at the back of her head, leaving a few wisps to frame her face. Tiny, glittering pearl pins were woven through her hair, giving an ethereal touch, as if she had stepped out of a dream.

Finally, the fashion stylist approached, holding the dress.

A gown of ivory satin, sculpted perfectly to her form. The bodice hugged her curves like a second skin, adorned with intricate lace detailing that shimmered under the soft lighting. The neckline, elegant yet daring, showcased her delicate collarbones, and from her waist, the dress flowed gracefully to the floor, the train trailing behind her like liquid silk. Every step she took caused the fabric to sweep over the polished marble floor like a whisper.

She was breathtaking.

As she stood before the mirror, taking in her own reflection, she barely recognized herself.

This wasn't the Esme who had fought tooth and nail against this marriage.

This was the Esme who was about to become Mrs. Kael White.

A deep breath.

Then, it was time.

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The grand wedding hall was filled with murmurs, hushed gasps, and admiring whispers the moment Esme stepped in.

Heads turned, eyes widened.

Some were jealous, others awed by her beauty.

But none were as captivated as Kael.

He had always known Esme was beautiful, but at that moment, seeing her walk towards him, the air of elegance surrounding her, he realized how much he had never truly seen her before.

Her movements were effortless, hips swaying subtly as she walked, her every step commanding attention. The pearls in her hair shimmered under the light, her skin glowing with an almost otherworldly perfection.

Kael's jaw tightened, his black eyes darkening with something he couldn't quite place.

He was used to control. To power. To never being shaken by anything.

But Esme, in that dress, in that moment—

He felt something shift inside him.

And he wasn't sure if he liked it.

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The ceremony was a blur.

Vows exchanged. Rings slipped onto fingers. A soft you may now kiss the bride echoed through the hall.

Kael tilted Esme's chin, his fingers gentle yet firm. The moment their lips met, it was fleeting, a mere brush, but the electricity between them was undeniable.

Applause erupted around them, but Kael's gaze never wavered from hers.

Esme swallowed, refusing to acknowledge the way her heart had stuttered in that moment.

And just like that, they were husband and wife.

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The reception awaited.

As the newlyweds prepared to leave for the grand party hall, Esme felt the weight of Kael's gaze lingering on her.

Something about this night was different.

And she wasn't sure she was ready for it.

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