The morning of the wedding came faster than I anticipated. I wanted to stay in bed, wrapped in the warmth of the covers and Delmare but unfortunately, I couldn’t. We were both expected to get ready for the ceremony three hours ahead of it and I was not happy about it.

“We have to get up.” Delmare whispered in my ear, brushing my hair out of my face, his fingers grazing against my temple as I groaned in protest, “I know babe but we have to.”

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