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It was the big night, the night of the rehearsal dinner which meant I would be seeing all of my family members who surely would have something to critique.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror in my room, straightening out my dress.

A knock sounded on the door before Wes stepped into the room. He leaned against the doorframe, a grin playing on his lips.

I quirked an eyebrow, watching him through the mirror. "A picture lasts longer."

Wes chuckled softly. "I don't need a picture when this image is engraved in my head forever."

My face flushed, heat rising up my face. I glanced back to look at myself, feeling like I would melt under his gaze if I kept my eyes locked with his any longer. "Don't tell me I look that bad, so bad it'll be etched in your brain forever."

Wes rolled his eyes playfully as he started to walk towards me. "You could never look bad, sweetheart. Not even if you tried."

I felt a shiver go down my spine, hearing his low voice speak in a hushed manner. I exhaled