As morning light filtered through my window, I woke up still feeling puzzled and unsettled. Today was going to be a rollercoaster, and I had no idea what to expect. But one thing was certain: I needed to face whatever was coming with a clear head and an open heart. Bella’s resilience and positivity had taught me to handle life’s unpredictability with grace, and I hoped to channel some of that strength as I navigated the day ahead. Whether it was dealing with my ex or supporting Bella through the wedding, I was determined to rise to the occasion and make the most of whatever challenges came my way.

By the time I made it to the wedding, I had already missed the first dance and the breaking plates tradition, but I couldn’t leave earlier. I had met with my ex, and it took us longer than expected. Our conversation had intrigued me more, but I couldn’t worry about that right now. My day already had been a series of chaotic events, starting with a flat tire that had left me stranded. It was late for a cab, and after frantically trying to find a solution, I ended up coming on my motorcycle.

The rideover was a mess. The traffic was horrendous, with every possible delay conspiring against me. It felt like the universe was testing my patience at every turn. I parked the bike, yanked off my helmet, and tried to smooth my hair into some semblance of order, though it was a losing battle.

Entering the venue, I was met with curious glances and a few raised eyebrows. It wasn’t every day someone showed up to a wedding looking like they had just come from a street race. I hurriedly removed my leather jacket, hoping my disheveled appearance would go unnoticed amidst the festive atmosphere. However, the women’s reactions were totally different from what I had expected. Instead of my appearance going unnoticed, they seemed to linger and stare at me a little longer than what was appropriate. Their eyes followed me with curiosity and, dare I say, interest.

I made my way through the crowd, trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart. My entrance had been less than graceful, but I was determined not to let it ruin the evening. I scanned the room, searching for Bella, hoping she hadn’t noticed my dramatic arrival.

I finally spotted her, standing near the entrance to the ballroom, looking out at the festivities. She was wearing the dark green dress with short puffed sleeves, and even from a distance, she looked stunning. The dress fit her perfectly, highlighting her elegant figure while the deep green color made her look radiant against the warm, festive lights of the ballroom.

The sight of Bella brought a sense of calm to my otherwise chaotic day. She stood with a grace that seemed almost effortless, her posture confident yet relaxed. The soft fabric of her dress moved gently with her as she shifted, catching the light in a way that made her seem almost ethereal. Her hair, styled simply with a hair bow, framed her face beautifully, and the subtle sparkle in her earrings added a touch of magic to her appearance.

As I approached, she turned, and our eyes met. In that instant, the noise and activity of the wedding faded into the background. Her eyes, wide and expressive, conveyed a mixture of emotions that made my heart skip a beat. Relief was the first thing I noticed—a deep, heartfelt relief that I had made it. But there was also happiness, a genuine joy that lit up her face and made her smile reach her eyes.

Her smile was breathtaking, transforming her already beautiful face into something that felt almost unreal. Her eyes sparkled with unspoken words, and I felt a connection that was both powerful and comforting. It was as if, in that moment, everything that had happened throughout the day was worth it, just to see her look at me like that.

I took a deep breath, feeling the tension of the day melt away. As I closed the distance between us, I couldn’t help but be struck by how perfect she looked, how perfectly she fit into this moment. She was a vision of grace and beauty, and being here with her felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“Bella,” I said softly, my voice carrying a mix of relief and affection.

“Jay,” she replied, her voice equally soft but filled with warmth. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Sorry I’m late,” I murmured, stepping closer until I was right in front of her. “I had a meeting that took longer than expected.”

“It’s okay,” she said, her smile never wavering. “You’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

For a moment, we just stood there, taking in the sight of each other. The festive sounds of the wedding continued around us, but it felt like we were in our little world. Bella’s presence had a way of grounding me, of making everything else fade into the background.

“Shall we?” I asked, offering her my arm.

She took it with a gentle squeeze, and we walked into the ballroom together. As we moved through the crowd, I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride.

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