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I gave myself a gentle slap on the head to snap back to reality as Ryder approached. My father released my hand as Ryder stepped forward, and he kindly helped me up onto the small platform where he stood. He leaned in to plant a sweet kiss on my cheek.

“You look absolutely stunning,” he whispered in my ear, his eyes traversing down my form before locking onto mine once more, filled with adoration.

The wedding officiant, a tall and amiable man, commenced the ceremony. As he gracefully greeted everyone and eloquently explained the significance of this union, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Ryder, wanting to savor every detail of his appearance.

He stood there, a picture of confidence and poise. His eyes gleamed with joy and adoration, reflecting the love that bound us together. Clad in an impeccably tailored black suit that hugged his form exquisitely, he looked every bit the dashing groom. His short, dark hair was slicked back to perfection, accentuating his handsome features. He was simply flawless.

Then, the moment arrived when the officiant turned towards me and asked, “Do you, Bella Peterson, take Ryder to be your lawful husband?” My gaze met Ryder’s, and our hands clasped firmly.

“I do.” The words came effortlessly, sealing our fate.

The officiant shifted his attention to Ryder, his words clear and deliberate, “Do you, Ryder Knight, take Bella to be your lawful wife?”

“I do,” Ryder responded without a hint of hesitation. His conviction was evident, and my heart swelled with love and joy.

The exchange of rings followed, as someone gracefully handed them to us, and we gently slid the bands onto each other’s fingers.

With a warm smile, the officiant declared, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

As those words echoed in the air, the crowd erupted into a symphony of claps and cheers, celebrating the joyous occasion. Ryder drew me closer, his hand tenderly cupping the nape of my neck, while the other arm wrapped around my slender waist. The first kiss as husband and wife was both gentle and passionate, an affectionate expression of our love for each other. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, united in this beautiful moment.

I entangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, and our tongues intertwined in a passionate kiss that seemed to last an eternity. When we finally pulled away, our bodies were ablaze with desire, leaving us breathless and wanting more.

Amidst the congratulations from our family, we made our way to the grand reception hall, a vast and opulent ballroom. As the time came for our first dance as a newlywed couple, Ryder took my hand, guiding us to the center of the dance floor. His strong arm encircled my waist while holding my hand securely, sensing my nervousness.

“Relax, baby girl,” he whispered tenderly into my ear.

“Ryder, we haven’t even practiced our couple’s dance. How are we going to make it perfect?” I fretted, feeling the pressure of the moment.

To ease my nerves, his fingers traced down my spine in a soothing caress, and I responded by wrapping my free hand around his neck.

“We don’t need perfection. Just being here with you is perfect. Our dance together is perfect because it’s us,” he reassured me, his eyes casting an enchanting spell that made me melt into his arms. Following his lead, we swayed gracefully to the soft rhythm of the music.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“You look so relaxed now,” Ryder teased playfully.

“You made me feel that way,” I admitted, grateful for his calming influence.

“Hmmn… How about we put on a little show for our guests?” he suggested mischievously, before planting a gentle kiss on my jaw, his lips trailing down the length of my neck.

I glanced around and noticed that everyone’s eyes were on us. It was normal for guests to watch the couple’s first dance, but Ryder was adding some extra flair to make them watch with even more interest. I blushed and attempted to push him away, but his firm hold on my waist prevented me from escaping his playful antics.

“And now, for the grand finale,” he declared, a mischievous grin lighting up his face. Without any warning, he skillfully dipped me in his arms, bringing me slightly lower as he pressed his lips firmly against mine. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as we shared a passionate and deeply intimate kiss, completely oblivious to the crowd that surrounded us. It was as if we were dancing with our lips, expressing the profound love we had for each other.

When did he plan this breathtaking surprise?

True to his word, he had orchestrated our dance to perfection, just as our love for each other was.

As we gracefully exited the reception hall, a luxurious limousine awaited us outside. To my surprise, my mother appeared with bags and suitcases in hand. Confusion danced in my eyes as I glanced at Ryder.

“What’s going on?” I inquired, raising an intrigued eyebrow.

He beamed at me with excitement and revealed, “We’re heading on our honeymoon!”

A rush of delight filled my heart as I realized that this was the beginning of our joyous married life, and we were ready to embark on a journey of discovering and cherishing each other even more.