𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒. 𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈. 𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈.
Isabella Leighton, a 23-year-old aspiring lawyer, unexpectedly lands a job working for the most prominent CEO in New York. While she doesn't align with his lifestyle, the generous sa...
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ASHER
EIGHT MONTHS LATER
Her white dress was impeccable, striking a perfect harmony between simplicity and drama. The color beautifully complemented the small pearls that adorned the train of the dress.
The veil stole the spotlight, cascading gracefully down the back of the dress, adorned with pearls that were meticulously aligned in perfect symmetry.
I felt immense pride as I stood in the doorway, observing Isabella helping Sofia prepare for her momentous day. I had recently left Liam's room, where Finn and Ryan had engaged in a debate over which shoes and handkerchief best complemented his suit. While it was entertaining, my heart was with my girl, and I preferred watching her in this special moment.
Every now and then, she would steal a glance at me, her cheeks tinted with a rosy hue. I cherished the way she still became bashful when I was nearby, especially when my focus was solely on her. But in any room, she had that effect on me.
"This," Sofia gestured to her dress and the scattered pieces of her outfit throughout the room, "should represent both of you." She met my gaze through the mirror, winking playfully.
I grinned down at the floor, my arms crossed as I leaned against the doorframe. Isabella chuckled and playfully tapped Sofia's arm. "Maybe in a few years," she whispered, glancing back at me over her shoulder, to which I simply shrugged.
Truth be told, about a year ago, I had never imagined I'd be contemplating marrying another woman in my lifetime, but Isabella had changed everything for me.
I smiled at her before pushing off from the doorway. "I'm going to check on the guys," I mentioned as I started to walk away. "Liam managed to spill wine all over his suit." I could almost picture the shocked expression on Sofia's face before I disappeared around the corner.
Returning to the room, I noticed the guys had settled on the grey handkerchief and black shoes, the very ones I had initially recommended. "You're looking sharp, buddy," I patted Liam's shoulder, then picked up my glass of wine, taking a sip. I couldn't help but chuckle at the little white lie I had just told Sofia.
"Are you actually smiling?" Finn suddenly asked, his jaw dropping, and Ryan mirrored the same surprised expression when I looked at him. Rolling my eyes playfully, I set the glass back down on the small table. "Well, everyone!" I exclaimed with mock enthusiasm. "Asher isn't a complete robot." The guys chuckled at my sarcastic remark before we refocused our attention on Liam, who was undeniably nervous about what lay ahead.
"Is she still here?" He asked, his gaze fixed on me in the mirror as I stood beside him. I couldn't help but tease him, saying, "Are you asking me if your bride made a run for it before the wedding even started?"
