Waiting with her mother and her sister, Cassidy traced the sweetheart neckline of her sleeveless dress. The diamond-encrusted waist went into a fleur di lis in the back. It was exactly what she’d imagined for herself, including the fluffy, chiffon skirt. She tried to stop her legs from shaking as she dressed in the guest bedroom of Bei Giardini Manor, her home.

Her mother and sister both dressed in sparkling pink knee-length dresses, and neither had left her side—right now they argued over a broach Francesca thought would complement her sister’s neckline. Chelsea didn’t like it.

Just then her phone rang and Cassidy scooped it up before anyone had a chance to stop her. She saw Remy’s name and sighed. “Hello.”

His deep voice was like thick hot chocolate that soothed the soul on a cold day. “Cassidy, I just needed to hear your voice.”

She giggled and whispered, “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

His voice became more serious. “You’re not by yourself?”

If she said yes, he’d probably send the army. She shook her head though he couldn’t see her but continued to whisper, “No, my sister and mother are both here with me.” Her mother then held out her hand like she was twelve and caught on the phone after bedtime. She covered the speaker and said, “They are signaling I should get off the phone.”

“Okay, but hurry,” Remy said.

“We’re leaving for the church now.” Cassidy met her mother’s knowing gaze.

Someone started to talk to Remington in the background. He said, “I have to go.”

“Me too.” Her heart was full but she hung up and handed the phone to her mother as Francesca demanded.

Her mother tucked the phone in her tiny bag and directed them to leave the extra bedroom being used as a changing room and head to the church. She asked, “Was that Remington?”

Cassidy’s face felt hot with embarrassment, but she nodded. “He hasn’t left me alone really since we came back from Nice.”

Chelsea bounced along beside them. “I’m glad I was wrong. It’s clear now that he’s in love with you.”

Her sister seeing that meant others might too. Cassidy swallowed the thought and glanced at Chelsea as they went outside and scooted into the limo. “You’ll find your own true love one day Chelsea.”

As she took her seat, Chelsea arranged her pink dress so her beads didn’t dig into her skin. “Love is your thing, sis, not mine. I need a man with a big wallet who can help us all out.”

She froze and stared at her sister. Sometimes Chelsea seemed mature but sometimes, she reminded her of their mother too. Cassidy straightened the imaginary wrinkle in her dress at her hem. “You need a man who can show you there is more to life than cash, Chelsea.”

Chelsea shook her head but smiled like Cassidy had said something funny. “Unlike you, I don’t have my best friend who just so happens to be one of the richest men in the world to marry. I just have my family and none of you know anyone like that for me.”

Money wasn’t a sure-fire way to happiness. The limo drove toward the church as she said, “That’s not true. I told you my computer program found your true love.”

Chelsea rolled her eyes which might be a family trait as Cassidy had done that often in the past. Her sister then said, “Again with the love and didn’t you say your computer found me a guy who grew grapes for wine? Because that’s a no. I don’t like to get my polish in dirt.”

The limo arrived at the church as if they’d sped the entire way. Her mother motioned for Chelsea to go first out the door as she said, “It’s Cassidy’s wedding day, Chelsea, be nice. Now let’s get her properly married.”

Her mother scooted to go next but Cassidy quickly said, “Mom, Chelsea isn’t thinking straight.”

Her mother patted her hand and smiled. “She’s still young and has time to mature. Off you go then, Cassidy. Go and say “I do” to the man of your dreams.”

During the wedding march, she’d float down the aisle, which was pretty accurate. She’d walk on air to be with Remy again, and this time no one had crashed into her limo. Cassidy climbed out next and photographers took her photos. She stayed close to her mother until they went in.

In the bridal suite, Michael and his team checked them to ensure not an eyelash was out of place and the diamond tiara was on straight. Someone handed her the rose bouquet Gigi had helped her design.

Finally the wedding march music began and she was seconds from Remy. She clutched her bouquet and waited for her sister to finish her walk down the aisle.

The music shifted to her cue and she stepped out, her gaze instantly landing on Remy’s. His brown eyes capturing hers made her feel alive.

Flashes of light on either side of her didn’t matter. She was about to marry Remy and this time, be a part of the ceremony binding them and their families. As she approached, he took her hand, kissed her cheek and said, “You are amazing.”

“Thanks.” The priest began the ceremony.

Remy whispered when the priest was in the middle of a prayer, “Everyone can see us now. They see that I care about you, and that you chose me too. Are you happy?”

She met his gaze and felt a fullness inside her that she never had before. “I just don’t want anyone to ever think I was forced into marrying the man I love.”

“I love you too.” He patted her hand.

The wedding was a blur. She repeated what the priest said, and she heard people say aww. But honestly when Remy took her hand again was when the dream became real. He repeated, “Do you take this ring?”

“I do,” she said.

Now they were married in front of their peers. Again the world seemed cloudy and faded out until the priest finished, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

“Finally.” Remy took both of her hands.

She laughed and said, “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

His lips met hers and now it didn’t matter that the world faded away. True love existed and she’d found her soulmate.