Chapter 258: (END)

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“Come on now, not you too,” she chided, pulling back and giving Grace’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “You’ll ruin your makeup, and we can’t have that.”

Grace let out a shaky laugh, blinking rapidly to clear her vision. Sydney smiled and handed Grace the exquisite bouquet that had been carefully arranged for the occasion.

“Here, take this,” she said, handing over the fragrant bouquet. “Everyone’s waiting for us.”

Grace accepted the bouquet with a grateful nod, her fingers caressing the petals. “Thank you, love.”

Arm in arm, the two friends made their way down the elegantly decorated hallway. Sydney still dabbed at her eyes as the tears would not stop coming.

𝖥o𝗹𝗹o𝗐 u𝗌 𝗈𝘯 𝗀𝗮𝗅𝗻𝗼𝘃e𝗹𝘀.сom

Then she noticed a hanky in front of her.

She looked up beside her and saw Mark walking alongside, a lopsided grin on his face.

“You’ll ruin your makeup if you keep crying like that.”

Sydney took the cloth and dabbed at her eyes.

“You can return it to me some other time,” he said, gesturing to the handkerchief.

Sydney looked at him to say something, but her eyes drifted to the collar of his shirt. “Your tie is still as crooked as always,” she remarked.

Mark glanced down at the askew knot. His fingers barely adjusted it.

“Well, would you help?” His eyes twinkled.

“Of course not,” Sydney snorted.

“Where’s Damon?” Mark inquired, glancing around as if expecting the precocious child to appear.

“He’s with the old aunties, waiting in the hall. They wanted him to keep them company.”

They finally reached the ceremony hall.

Grace linked arms with her uncle, who would walk her down the aisle, and exchanged one last meaningful look with Sydney before the doors swung open.

Soft, ethereal music filled the air, and all eyes turned toward the radiant bride as she made her way down the aisle, her bouquet clutched tightly in her hands.

At the end of the aisle stood the groom, the doctor she befriended years ago at the hospital, who then became her boyfriend, fiancé, and now husband-to-be. His eyes shone with love and adoration as he watched his bride approach.

The ceremony proceeded with a dreamlike quality, the exchange of vows and the sliding of rings onto trembling fingers.

As the officiant uttered those fateful words, “You may now kiss the bride,” a thunderous applause erupted from the gathered guests, everyone rising to their feet in a standing ovation. In the midst of the joyous celebration and the bouquet toss, Sydney caught the bouquet as Grace threw it over her shoulder. This elicited a chorus of cheers and good-natured teasing from the assembled well-wishers. Even Mark, who was busy cradling a sleepy Damon in his arms, had a secretive smile on his face.

The reception continued with merriment, eating, and drinking. Sydney found Mark while she was busy gathering the crowd together and impulsively thrust the bouquet into his hand.

“Here, you take it,” she said.

Mark looked down at the flowers.

“But… you earned it.”

“I don’t need it,” she insisted, turning to leave while pressing the bouquet into his hands.

Mark quickly but gently held her wrist.

“Wait…”

She turned back to face him, raising an eyebrow.

“Can you give me a second chance?” Mark asked, his eyes searching hers with a silent plea.

“Huh?” she managed, her voice a mere whisper.

Mark took a step closer.

“I want a second chance for us… the two of us… and Damon.”

There was a heavy silence between them before Sydney broke the stillness.

“I’m sick of being someone’s wife. But it’s not a bad idea to be someone’s girlfriend.”

A slow, radiant smile spread across Mark’s face, and he let out a soft, relieved laugh.

“I would love to be your someone,” he answered.

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The End.

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Message from Noa: Have a great morning dear readers. God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. (─‿‿O)

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