Faux Vows, True Desires

Owen was on cloud nine, recalling the moment Cecilia said yes to his marriage proposal. He was over the moon, and at the engagement party, he'd had more than his fair share of drinks and ended up three sheets to the wind.

Cecilia's words had him grinning like a Cheshire cat. The throbbing in his head from earlier had vanished.

"Seriously, Cecilia, when should we have our wedding? I want to give you the grandest ceremony ever, just like Liam did, in a beautiful church."

As Owen swung his legs out of bed, he dreamt about the splendor of their wedding day, already causing a buzz.

"I'm gonna make sure you're the most stunning bride ever, in a custom-made gown... I need to get on that right away and get your dress ordered."

Imagining the wedding details made Owen realize that besides being ready to dedicate himself to her, he hadn't prepared a thing. It seemed like the wedding was still a ways off.

The first time he got hitched, they'd simply gotten the paperwork done. No ceremony, not even a dinner to celebrate, and his mother-in-law probably didn't even know he was her son-in-law.

This time around, he couldn't bear the thought of Cecilia feeling shortchanged.

"Cecilia, we still have a ton to prep for the wedding, but don't you worry, I'll sort it all out. You won't have to lift a finger. We need to pick a perfect date too; we can't rush that. But we could go down to the town hall and start the paperwork."

Liam and Tiffany had set their date in a hurry, but their families had long ago given their blessing. From dowries to wedding gifts, everything was arranged in advance. They could pick any date they wanted without affecting the wedding plans.

At this moment, Owen was downright envious of Liam. Liam was the ultimate straight shooter, but now he was the happiest man alive. The guy had won the girl and was about to be a dad-double the joy.

"We'll head to the town hall this afternoon to get the marriage license."

Owen changed clothes in front of Cecilia, and their intimacy nearly led them to tangle in the sheets.

didn't last night and crashed out smelling like a brewery. Changing clothes won't help you need a

today.

license, not until our folks have had a chance to sit down and talk it

Cecilia felt a twinge of regret for her impulsiveness. Saying yes to a proposal was one thing, but rushing into marriage was another. This was for life. She didn't want to go through another

can wait, Cecilia. My folks won't make a fuss

had stepped in and warned his parents not to meddle. He was grateful for his grandfather raising him, teaching him so much, and now, at his age, still worrying about his

accept Cecilia, not just because they were pressured by grandpa. He'd heard that when in-laws clash, it's the man stuck in the middle who has to mediate. And if he can't handle it, it only worsens the relationship. Right now, his mom was the one feeling the pressure, probably holding back a ton of frustration. At

her husband are heading back to Skywatch with her birth

the shower with clothes in hand. Hearing her suggestion, he stepped back out and declared, "Cecilia, from

you're

lady of the house. I better shower before you start thinking I stink. You must have kept your distance last

eyes. She didn't bother responding. Once he was in

Olina had just come upstairs, whether returning to her room

"Jean."

broke the silence

responded with a smile, "Is Owen still

to

just came to see if everything was alright. I worried

"Care

"Cecilia."

"Auntie."

same moment. Olina chuckled and yielded, "Go

"No, Auntie, please."