Chapter 437:

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“For being you. I’m grateful for your presence in my life.”

He chuckled softly. “I’m more grateful, Ari.”

“No, I am. Thank you for being my shield, my refuge, my comfort zone. I’ve never felt so complete. Thank you for reassuring me, for making me feel that I’m not doing anything wrong. Thank you, baby,” she said, her voice filled with sincerity. Love and appreciation swelled in her heart as she listened to the steady beat of his heart.

“I’m more grateful for having you in my life. Thank you, Ari, for being the light in my dark world.”

“My life is brighter and fairer with you in it. I will always love you, Christian,” she said, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“You know me, mama,” he grinned. “I hate short kisses.” He pulled her closer, holding her neck gently before taking her lips in a deep, intense kiss.

THE END.

(13 months later)

Blue was bubbling with so much excitement that Clarisse couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Your excitement is above the clouds,” Clarisse said as she measured her waist.

“I know, right?” she confirmed and giggled.

“Our bride-to-be,” Clarisse winked at her, causing her to blush.

“She’s my bride,” Gael said from behind them, and everyone laughed.

Clarisse poked her tongue out at him.

“Everyone knows,” she teased.

“I need to remind you all again.”

“Your waist is small and your hips are big; you have a very nice shape,” Clarisse said to Blue, moving the measuring tape around her.

“Thank you, but make sure my wedding gown is more beautiful than Elizabeth’s.”

“Elizabeth? The senator’s wife?” Clarisse asked, then burst into laughter.

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“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know. You trust me, right?”

“Sure.”

“Then we’re good. I’ll make a stunning wedding dress for you.”

“I know you’ll make a beautiful one, but I want it to be more beautiful than hers.”

Clarisse laughed.

“As long as it’s more beautiful than hers, huh?”

“Yes.”

“No problem, ma’am. Your wish is my command.”

“Just don’t stress my wife,” Christian intervened.

“We won’t,” Blue assured him with a smile.

“Done,” Clarisse announced once she finished measuring, then gestured to Erin.

“Please come forward. It’s your turn.”

“Definitely,” Erin said, excitedly standing up and eagerly moving to stand before her.

She smiled at him before she began measuring him.

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