“I know,” Emily said firmly.
When Vincent slid the ring onto her finger, she felt a flash of disbelief. She’d expected Sophia to pull something, but Vincent’s unwavering stance took her by surprise. It’s over—everything’s finally over.
Emily’s eyes glistened with tears.
The priest’s voice resonated, “The groom may now kiss the bride…”
Emily lowered her head, tears shimmering on her lashes. Vincent leaned in, kissing away the tear before it fell.
Applause thundered through the church, and the priest laughed. “Go on, kiss her; she’s yours now.”
Vincent didn’t hesitate, pulling Emily into a kiss. “You’re my wife, Emily. Finally.”
Emily smiled through her tears. “Yes, I’m finally your wife.”
Vincent turned with Emily still in his embrace, facing the crowd. “Emily and I are together now, and nothing will ever come between us again.”
The guests watched, Meggie wiping tears of joy from her eyes.