Faux Vows, True Desires

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"Ha ha ha!"

Lucinda couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh when she saw the spectacle unfold. She almost wanted to cheer on those bodyguards. They were her father's personal security, after all, and they were showing their worth.

Keith's face turned as green as a sour apple when he saw the bouquet sailing his way. He was livid. Luckily for him, someone took the hit, leaping up to catch the bouquet with a flourish. Keith breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't been hit by the bouquet. What a stroke of luck. He owed a big thanks to that bouquet-blocking hero.

When Keith focused on the bouquet catcher, he realized it was none other than Owen. He was stunned for a moment but then it clicked why Owen had been so adamant about being Liam's best man. He was after the jackpot of joy.

"And Owen snags it," Lucinda said with a chuckle to her husband, "I swear, he came just for that bouquet."

Stefan laughed, too, "Just watch him now, heading straight for your friend with that bouquet."

Everyone saw Owen grab the bouquet-well, more like he had lunged for it—and not a single person was surprised. Even Nathan was all smiles, not the least bit miffed that the bouquet destined for his son had been intercepted. His boy wasn't even dating anyone; fate had other plans.

Owen, bouquet in hand, made his way to Cecilia. All eyes were on them. Cecilia sensed what was coming, hesitated for a moment, but then decided to stand her ground and wait for Owen to approach.

"Cecilia," Owen said as he got down on one knee, offering her the flowers with a look of pure devotion, "I caught the bride's bouquet, and they say whoever catches it will be the next to marry, destined for happiness. I want to use this bouquet to ask you to marry me."

"The happiness I've caught, I want to share with you."

"Cecilia, will you marry me?"

hall, got their marriage certificate, and went their separate ways right after. This time, he'd give her everything that anyone else had. Although it wasn't a rose bouquet, it meant

for a moment, then started to egg

between laughter and uncertainty, paused for just a moment before taking the bouquet and

to give herself to him; why play hard to get when his proposal was so sincere? Love was love. If he truly wanted to marry her, then she would marry him. Forget

sparkler onto Cecilia's finger in the sunlight. This was forever. This time, he would never let go, no matter what storms they'd face. They'd walk together, side by side, through

the Yates clan watched this unfold, at first shocked, then their faces warmed with smiles. Love was in the air, and they should let it be. As parents, they couldn't control everything, nor should they. The kids were grown-up now, with their own minds. What parents thought was best wasn't

in a heartfelt kiss, sharing their hearts with each other. After so many twists and turns, and even a divorce, they had found their way back to

passionate kiss, Owen hugged Cecilia tightly and said, "Cecilia, I'm so happy, so thrilled, it feels

pinched his thigh, causing him to wince in pain. "Does it hurt?"

repeatedly, looking pitiful. "It hurts, it hurts a lot. Cecilia, next time, don't pinch so hard. It really,

her, the most he

means it's not a dream," Cecilia

real, I'm happy.

She leaned against his ghest and said, also. feel like I'm dreaming. It's like a scene from a TV drama,

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away, and the guests began to trickle out of the church towards the Ascend Hotel for

rushed towards her. Janice, walking with her children and

car. Janice's gaze

her frosty

heart. He put on a grin, attempting to