Chapter 14 - The Wedding of the Season
Three months later, the 40 acres of the Callaway estate were transformed into a fairytale landscape.
The manicured lawns were dotted with white tents, delicate floral arches woven with wild dandelions and white roses, and soft string lights that twinkled like fallen stars against the evening sky. There were no tabloids, no corporate snobs, and no hidden enemies. Only true friends, loyal staff members who had stood by them through thick and thin, and an atmosphere overflowing with pure, unadulterated joy.
Sophia stood in the grand bridal suite, looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror. She wore a breathtaking, classic white lace gown that hugged her silhouette gracefully. Her hair was styled in soft waves, pinned with a delicate silver haircomb shaped like wild vines.
The door opened gently, and Ethan walked in. He stopped in his tracks, his breath catching in his throat. The formidable billionaire who faced down corporate raiders and hostile boards suddenly looked like a man who couldn't believe his own luck.
"You're breathtaking," Ethan whispered, closing the distance between them and gently taking her hands.
Sophia smiled, tears of joy pooling in her eyes. "You clean up alright yourself, Mr. Callaway."
"No more mister," Ethan corrected softly, pressing a tender kiss to her knuckles. "It's Ethan. Forever."
Suddenly, the door swung open further, and little Lily trotted in wearing a miniature white tulle dress with a matching flower crown resting on her curly brown hair. In her small hands, she carried a basket filled with petals.
"Mommy! Daddy! Are we ready?" Lily squeaked excitedly, holding up her basket.
Ethan laughed, scooping Lily up into his arms and kissing her cheek, while wrapping his other arm around Sophia. "Yes, little one. Let's go get married."
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The ceremony was everything the estate had dreamed of for years. As they walked down the garden aisle beneath the canopy of white roses, the string quartet played a soft, beautiful melody. When Ethan and Sophia exchanged their vows, there were no cold formalities—just heartfelt promises whispered with raw, enduring love.
And when the officiant pronounced them husband and wife, Ethan dipped Sophia low and kissed her passionately, while Lily cheered loudly from the front row, throwing a handful of wildflower petals up into the air so they rained down like confetti.
