The Billionaire and the Runaway Bride by Nadia Lee
Chapter Sixty-Three
Yuna
“Oh my God, why am I nervous?” I say, clenching and unclenching my trembling hands.
“Because you’re too excited?” Pascal is watching me with a pleased smile.
“You look like a fairytale princess,” Ivy says.
“And that dress is to die for.” Jo sighs. “Declan’s going to fall in love with you all over again when he sees you.”
The Monique Lhuillier wedding gown is divine. Mom got it for me, and it’s perfect. But then, she knows what I like. She also rented a giant yacht for the wedding, complete with helipad, so we can have a three-day Pacific cruise to nowhere to celebrate the occasion with our friends after it’s done.
Right now, Mom and Dad and Eugene are busy greeting the guests. At least half are influential Koreans from our social circle, and my family’s handling them.
I look at myself in the mirror in the huge cabin reserved for my use. My makeup is perfect, but it’s my eyes that shine like polished gemstones. I smile as happiness flutters in my belly.
A photographer comes over and asks us girls to pose together for a photo.
We do. No way am I going to not have enough photos to relive this day for the rest of my life.
“I’m going to head out and get ready,” Ivy says. She’s playing the music for the ceremony.
I hug her, happy she’s here and an integral part of the ceremony. “Thanks.”
A few minutes after Ivy leaves, Nate sticks his head into the room. “Holy shit, Yuna. You are the bomb. Wow.”
“Thank you!” I grin, thrilled. I’ve worked hard to look fabulous for the wedding.
“Declan’s a lucky bastard. Anyway, it’s time. Your dad just stepped into the elevator.”
I stand and go out with Nate escorting me. As we reach the elevator bank, the door opens and Dad’s inside waiting.
“Yuna, my precious.”
“Dad.” I smile and step inside, laying a hand on his arm. Ms. Kim helps with the train.
The elevator moves back up to the upper deck, where the ceremony is taking place. Dad pats my hand.
“Don’t forget, Yuna. No matter what, you’re my beloved child, and I’m on your side. You have the entire family behind you.”
I lay my head on his solid shoulder briefly. Dad said the same thing last week too. He’s just nervous about having me move so far away. “I know. But don’t worry. Declan’s going to be wonderful.”
When we reach the deck, I see Declan standing at the altar. He takes my breath away, stunning in his black tuxedo.
Ivy starts “Here comes the Bride.”
I take my first step toward Declan—to our shared future.