Gisele opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Yesterday had been her wedding day. It was still very surreal and it seemed like it had not happened. It was one of the best days of her life. Slate had shown her what love truly was.

Lizzie had been an amazing friend like always and so supportive. Of course the both of them had cried. When you were watching your best friend get married or when you were getting married yourself, there was obviously going to be a rush of emotions.

It had been fun remembering the good times they had spent with each other, all the times they had been there for each other, the times they had bickered then made up the next instant. All the tough times they had been through.

It had taken a lot of convincing from the makeup artist for Lizzie to go out so Gisele’s makeup could be done. Because it seemed like she was tearing up every two seconds and ruining.

Then she had to walk down the aisle with Nicolas whom she had fully forgiven now. The more they got to know each other, the more she realized that they had so much in common. It was a blessing for him to be walking down the aisle with her. Gisele would have wanted her mother to be there with them, supporting her on this very special day. But unfortunately, there was nothing she could do to bring the latter back.

When Gisele finally reached the altar, there was no one else but Slate who stood out to her. It was like the rest of the people in the church disappeared. When she reached him, he mouthed “hi,” and Gisele c***ed her head to let him know she had understood him, since her face was hidden underneath her veil.

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He had told her he loved her, but

of hearing those words. She would never tire of being with

Slate who was already stirring

he said in his deep voice. Gisele looked

and

baby,” he said, then he pulled her down for a

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“Hi.”

was going to take Gisele a long time to

up

“I was thinking.”

want to leave

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