The joy of Leslie and Aaron’s wedding quickly turned into a mystery when they found fake money among their gifts. Determined to uncover the truth, Leslie embarked on a journey that revealed hidden tensions and unexpected betrayal within her own family.
I opened my eyes to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Turning my head, I saw Aaron, still fast asleep. I couldn’t help but smile. In just two days, we’d be husband and wife.
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“Hey, sleepyhead,” I whispered, gently shaking his shoulder. “Time to wake up. We’ve got a busy day ahead.”
Aaron groaned and pulled the covers over his head. “Five more minutes, Les,” he mumbled.
I laughed and yanked the blanket off him. “No way, mister. We’ve got last-minute wedding details to sort out. Come on!”
We had spent months planning this wedding, and everything needed to be perfect. From choosing the venue to finalizing the guest list, every detail had been decided with love.
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Today, we had appointments with the florist and the caterer, and we still needed to pick up our wedding attire.
As we got ready for the day, I couldn’t help but reminisce about our journey. Aaron and I met during our sophomore year of high school. He was a star basketball player, and I was the editor of the school newspaper.
Our paths crossed during an interview, and from that moment, I knew he was the one. Now, ten years later, we were finally tying the knot.
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It hadn’t always been easy. We’d had our fair share of ups and downs, especially when we went to different colleges. But somehow, we’d made it work.
Aaron now works as a finance manager at a bank, and I am a software developer, mostly working from home.
“Can you believe it’s almost here?” I asked, applying my mascara in the bathroom mirror.
Aaron appeared behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Honestly? No. But I can’t wait to call you my wife.”
A happy man | Source: Midjourney
We spent the day running errands, making sure everything was in place for our big day. That evening, we had our rehearsal dinner with our closest friends and family. The atmosphere was filled with laughter, love, and a few happy tears.
The next two days flew by in a whirlwind of activity. Before I knew it, I was dressed as a bride, my heart pounding as I locked eyes with Aaron. The ceremony was beautiful, filled with laughter and happy tears.
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As I walked down the aisle, my father by my side, I could see the smiles and teary eyes of our guests. Aaron stood at the altar, looking more handsome than ever in his tailored suit.
The moment our eyes met, all my nerves melted away. We exchanged vows that we’d written ourselves, each word a testament to our journey and the love we shared.
A bride reading her vows | Source: Pexels
The reception was a blast. We danced, ate cake, and celebrated with our loved ones. I even managed to drag my sister Jemisha onto the dance floor for a few songs. She seemed a bit distant, but I chalked it up to her being tired from all the festivities.
The speeches were heartfelt, with my maid of honor recalling our childhood adventures and Aaron’s best man sharing hilarious stories from their college days.
The bride and groom dancing with the guests | Source: Pexels
The next morning, Aaron and I sat on our living room floor, surrounded by a sea of wedding gifts.
“Ready for the most exciting part?” I grinned, reaching for a red envelope.
“I thought the most exciting part was marrying me,” Aaron teased.
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