Matteo wondered if he had saved the entire galaxy in his past life for a glimpse of such beauty. Even just breathing the same air as this woman seemed like a luxury that came with a high price.
Well, whatever that price was, Matteo was more than willing to pay for with the rest of his life. Everything he did was for this moment― to see Amelia Kentwood in a wedding dress, walking straight to him at the end of the aisle.
He hadn't even noticed that he had stopped breathing until Amelia placed a hand against his chest. Her touch was as gentle as a flap of a butterfly's wing, but Matteo could still feel the warmth of her palm seep through his clothing and into his heart.
"Matteo?" she asked unsurely. "Is… Well, how do I look?"
Slowly, Matteo raised his hand to wrap around hers. He held her hand tightly against his chest, relishing in the silky smooth feeling of her smaller hand in his.