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Yvonne's POV

Now that the day had arrived, I was feeling the nerves. I was getting married to the handsomest man in the world. It wasn’t exactly the fairy tale little girls dreamed of, but it was my fairy tale. It wasn’t perfect. I wouldn’t want it to be. I liked the idea of having to work to make something great. Our relationship had started off on the wrong foot, but it had evolved into where we are today.

I looked up at the high ceiling of the rented bedroom I was sleeping in. Kylian had rented the mansion, where the wedding would be held, for me and Cynthia to stay in the night before the wedding. The rehearsal dinner had been held in the formal dining room of the place last night. Everything had been so lovely. His family had welcomed me with open arms, something I hadn’t truly been expecting.

I rolled over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand, pushing the button to turn on the screen and saw a text message from Kylian.

Happy wedding day.

I smiled as I read it. It was simple