Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 349 One of the guest rooms at the Kensington mansion had been transformed into a full-on command center for the final preparations. Extra mirrors had been brought in and strategically placed, white flowers filled every available corner, and a soft lavender scent lingered in the air. I was already dressed, the satin of my gown catching the golden afternoon light streaming through the windows. The train spilled gracefully around me, and Ginger lay right at my side, her head resting delicately on rt of the fabric.

She seemed to understand the gravity of the moment, her golden eyes fixed on me with the kind of unconditional devotion only dogs can give. 'She hasn't left your side since we got here," my mother said, carefully making the final adjustments to my veil. "It's like she knows today is special." "She knows," Zoey said, kneeling beside me as she fixed the hem of my dress. "Ginger's always been intuitive. Haven't you, sweetheart?" I gently stroked my golden retriever's soft head, feeling how her presence grounded me even as my nerves threatened to take over.

"You look absolutely stunning," my mother said, her eyes shining with tears she was trying very hard to hold back. "Beautiful," my father agreed from near the window, clearly out of his element amid so much feminine glamour, yet completely unable to hide the goofy smile on his face. "Nathaniel is a very lucky man." "Dad, you're going to make me cry and ruin my makeup," I warned, though I smiled despite my nerves. Matthew was fiddling with his bow tie, pretending not to be emotional, while Gwen checked to make sure my earrings were perfectly in place.

man would ever be good enough for Annie Bennett?" "And look at you now," Gwen laughed, stepping back to admire the final result. "You found someone who's not just good enough-he's perfect for you." Ginger lifted her head when she noticed my breathing quicken, her gaze full of concern. I felt my hands start to tremble slightly inside the lace gloves. "What do you think will happen in ten years?" I

we'll still be happy? What if he gets tired of me?" Ginger stood up and pressed her nose against my hand, the way she always did whenever she sensed my anxiety. The silence that followed my question made me realize I'd just put fears into words that

look at each other. The way you worry about one another. The way you laugh together. That doesn't just disappear with time." "Besides," Matthew said, trying to lighten the mood, "Nate already knows exactly what he's getting himself into." Everyone laughed, and even Ginger wagged her tail as if she got the joke. But I could still feel that tight knot in my

closer and gently touching my gloved hand, "you already are everything he needs. I've seen how hard he fought for you. Men like Nate don't do that for just anyone.' "You're going to have a beautiful life together," my mom said, hugging me carefully so she wouldn't smudge the dress. "You'll travel the world, maybe give us a few grandchildren,

life in London," my dad joked, though his eyes betrayed a very real fear of losing me to distance. "Never," I promised, tears starting to pool as I blinked fast to protect my makeup. "You're my foundation. You always will be." Suddenly, the emotion became too much. The affection, the future plans, and everyone's absolute certainty about my happiness. It