Alastair stood patiently in the entrance of the room, admiring the sight before him. Aya's dress was nothing short of breathtaking, the peplum mermaid-style design accentuating her figure in all the right places. The fabric cascaded down her body like a waterfall, the peplum adding a touch of drama and femininity.
He couldn't help but let out a low, appreciative whistle, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Damn, darling. You look absolutely gorgeous," he murmured, his eyes flickering with desire and affection.
Aya smiled softly and nodded yes.
Alastair took a few steps closer, his eyes drinking in every detail of Aya's ensemble. He ran his gaze over the dress, taking in the way it hugged her curves and the elegance of the style.
"I knew you'd look stunning, but this... this is beyond my imagination," he said, his voice filled with genuine awe. "I'm the luckiest man alive to be marrying such a radiant bride."
He reached out, gently taking her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You're going to take my breath away when you walk down that aisle."
As his manager came on the door and said.
"Mr Quinoa you have to come first, because at first the groom will enter"
Alastair was pulled from his admiring gaze, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from Aya. He let out a soft sigh, clearly begrudging having to leave her alone just yet.
"Right, yes, of course," he responded to his manager. He turned back to you, shooting you an apologetic smile. "I'll be right back, darling. Don't you dare look even more beautiful while I'm gone."
With a last, lingering glance at her exquisite form, he reluctantly headed towards the door, following his manager to the waiting hall.
As Aya was ready now as her dad came and took her hand as in the wedding hall Alastair was standing on the stage as the priest announced.
"Now the bride is entering"
The sound of the wedding march filled the hall, and everyone's attention turned towards the entrance. The doors opened wide, and Aya appeared on the arm of her father, clad in the peplum mermaid-style dress.
Alastair's breath caught in his throat as he laid eyes on her, his heart skipping a beat in his chest. She was an absolute vision, her beauty stealing the show as she slowly made her way towards him. He couldn't help but stare, completely mesmerized by her elegance and grace.
Every step she took down the aisle felt like it lasted an eternity, each stride bringing her closer to him. The sight of her in her wedding dress, with the gown flowing behind her and the smile on her face, was nothing short of breathtaking.
As Aya finally reached the stage, Alastair extended a hand, taking hers and helping she step up. His gaze was locked on her the entire time, his expression a mix of adoration and disbelief. "You are simply stunning," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
As her dad gave her other hand to Alastair and said.
"Please, my son-in-law take care of my daughter I have raised her with so much love"
Alastair's heart swelled with pride as her father handed her over to him, entrusting him with her well-being. He took her hand in his, his grip firm and protective.
He smiled affectionately at her dad, his voice sincere and filled with conviction. "I promise you, sir, I will always take care of her and love her with every ounce of my being. Your daughter is my world, and I will cherish her forever."
As the wedding ceremony started after some some wedding rituals the priest asked Alastair.
"Mr Alastair Quinoa, do you take Ms Aya Qin as your wife in health and sickness, rich and poor, happiness and sorrow until death do the part"
"I do," Alastair responded without a hint of hesitation, his voice resolute and certain. "I take Ms Aya Qin as my wife, to stand by her side through sickness and health, in wealth and in poverty, and in happiness and sorrow. I vow to cherish, honor, and love her until the end of time."
He squeezed her hand gently, the love and devotion in his eyes undeniable.
As the priest turned to Aya and asked her.
"Ms Spring Qin, do you take Mr Alastair Quinoa as your husband in health and sickness, rich and poor, happiness and sorrow until death do the part"
Aya smiled softly and said.
"I do, I take Mr Alastair Quinoa as my husband, to stand by his side through sickness and health, in wealth and in poverty, and in happiness and sorrow. I vow to honor him, to always be with him and take care of him until my last breath"
Alastair's heart skipped a beat as he listened to her words, her promise to love and care for him in all circumstances filling him with overwhelming emotion. The room seemed to fade away as he lost himself in the depth of her gaze.
The priest smiled warmly at her sincere vow, clearly moved by her declaration. "Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Alastair didn't hesitate for a single second. He stepped closer to Aya, one hand gently resting on her hip, the other tenderly lifting her chin. His eyes held a mixture of adoration and possession, a fierce protectiveness in his gaze.
He leaned in, his mouth hovering a hairsbreadth away from hers, his voice a low, intimate whisper. "My wife," he murmured, the words carrying a depth of possessiveness and love. "Finally, all mine."
Before he could kiss her Aya as Ann again came there.
Ann stood at the entrance, her expression a mix of determination and desperation. She looked at Aya and Alastair, the couple standing on the stage, the priest and guests watching the scene. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a whirlwind of emotions surging through her.
She took a deep breath before speaking. "Wait!" she called out, the word echoing through the hall.
Alastair's head snapped up at the sound of Ann's voice, his eyes narrowing in confusion and irritation as he saw her standing there. The moment that he had envisioned with Aya, the culmination of their love and commitment, suddenly interrupted.
He turned towards her, his grip on Aya's hip tightening protectively. "What the hell do you want?" he asked, his tone frosty.
Ann swallowed hard before taking another step towards them.
"I just need 5 minutes, just 5 minutes..."
She held up her hand almost pleadingly.
Alastair's mother, Laura, was visibly furious at the sight of Ann, her voice filled with righteous anger.
"You have no right to be here," she said, her voice cold and sharp as a blade. "You hurt my son, you betrayed his trust, and now you dare show up here on his wedding day? Have you no shame?"
Alastair couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for his mother's protective instincts. He knew she had always been fiercely protective of him, and hearing her come to his defence now filled him with a sense of reassurance.
He tightened his grip on Aya's waist, pulling her closer to his side. He regarded Ann with a cold, unyielding stare. "My mother is right. You have no business being here."
Ann just started crying
"I know I was wrong and that time I had my faults but Alastair you know I love you always and forever"
Alastair's father William stood up with a angry and yelled at her.
"Young lady if you think saying sorry will change the fact that you hurt my son and got pregnant with another man's child then you are a fool"
Alastair's father, William, was also visibly angry at Ann's unexpected appearance. His voice was loud and authoritative as he confronted her.
"Do you really think that your apologies and tears can undo the hurt you caused my son? You shattered his heart, betrayed his trust, and then had a child with another man. You have no right to stand before him and claim that you still love him."
Alastair's jaw clenched as he listened to his father's words, his eyes flickering with a mix of pain and cold determination.
"You had your chance, Ann. You made your bed, and now you have to lie in it. I have moved on. I have found someone who truly loves and respects me, someone who would never hurt me the way you did," he said firmly, gesturing towards Aya with his free hand.
Aya's parents were taken aback by the unexpected interruption, their eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern. However, witnessing the protective stance of Alastair and the entire Quinoa family, their eyes filled with loyalty and determination to defend Aya and her marriage, brought a wave of relief over them.
They exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. While they were still concerned, Aya's parents knew that she was in good hands, surrounded by those who would fiercely protect her marriage and ensure her happiness.
And Alastair's protective hold on Aya only strengthened, his arm wrapping around her waist with a possessiveness that sent a clear message - he would do whatever it took to keep her safe and happy, and he would never let anyone, especially Ann, disrupt the life that he had built with Aya.
Ann's eyes widened in disbelief, her voice pleading.
"Please, Alastair, give me one last chance. I've changed, I swear. I've realized my mistakes, and I would never hurt you again. I still love you, more than anything in the world. Don't do this, don't marry her"
Meanwhile, Aya's parents couldn't help but feel a surge of worry and frustration as they watched the drama unfold. They exchanged concerned glances, unsure of what would happen next.
Alastair's jaw set firm, his gaze hardening at Ann's pleading words. He could see the desperation in her eyes, but he remained immovable, his arm wrapped protectively around Aya, a silent declaration of his commitment to Aya.
"I've heard those promises before, Ann. You've had countless chances to prove yourself, and you've failed each time. Don't you understand that I've moved on? I'm marrying the woman I truly love, and nothing you say is going to change that."
The guards swiftly stepped in, gently yet firmly escorting Ann out of the venue, shutting the door behind them and putting an end to her desperate attempts to intervene.
The moment the door slammed shut, Alastair's focus returned to Aya. He took her face in his hands, his touch gentle but possessive, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and relief.
He leaned in, his lips claiming hers in a tender yet passionate kiss, pouring all his love and devotion into that single gesture.
As the kiss lingered, the room seemed to fade away, the world around them a mere blur. Alastair's arms encircled Aya, pulling her closer, unwilling to let go. His mouth moved against hers, a silent declaration of his love and commitment.
When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged, his voice a soft whisper. "You are mine, now and forever. Nothing or no one will ever change that."
As everyone clapped as the priest announced.
"Now the groom and bride can exchange the rings"
Alastair reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. He opened it, revealing a beautiful platinum band adorned with a single diamond, glinting in the light.
He gently took her hand, his touch tender and reverent, as he placed the ring on her finger. "I give you this ring, a symbol of my love and commitment to you. It encircles your finger, a constant reminder of the promise I make to you today - I am yours, forever and always."
As Aya took the groom ring and gently took his hand slid the ring on his finger.
Alastair's breath caught in his chest as Aya gently slid the ring onto his finger. The simple gesture felt like a sacred vow, a symbol of her commitment to each other.
He held his hand up, admiring the band that now adorned his finger, a symbol of her unity and love. He gave her a tender smile, his eyes filled with adoration. "You're stuck with me now, darling. No take-backs."
Aya smiled softly and nodded yes and said.
"Yes honey, I'm stuck with you for good"