I looked in the mirror, watching Bradley disappear before finally relaxing my tense shoulders.
Jason gently pinched my cheek:
"Is marrying me such torture?"
Before I could explain, Jason opened his palm, showing me a macaron:
"I had it specially made, try it."
His childish gesture made me laugh.
Jason said, "Olivia, if you regret this, we can cancel the wedding anytime. I won't force you."
His tone was casual, but I knew he had put a lot into this wedding.
Eternal roses shipped from France.
Friends from all over the world who had traveled far to be here.
And the custom wedding dress I was wearing, worth six figures.
Every detail was infused with his dedication.
More importantly, I knew Jason had secretly cleared the company's debts.
Yet he never mentioned it.
I never imagined that the one who would ultimately stand by my side would be this sworn enemy from my college days.
I grasped his hand and said firmly:
"I choose you, and I'll never regret it."