NOAH.
It was finally happening.
Standing at the altar while waiting for my bride to appear should have made me feel calm, victorious even—but instead, I was nervous.
Terribly nervous.
My palms felt slightly sweaty despite the cool atmosphere inside the hall, and I kept clenching and unclenching my fingers in an attempt to steady myself.
It took everything in me not to break down emotionally right there.
After years of chasing after Maria…after wanting her for so long…she was finally going to become mine officially.
The thought alone felt unreal.
Guests filled the hall, their low murmurs blending softly in the background while everyone waited for the ceremony to begin properly.
The decorations looked perfect—everything looked perfect.
Exactly the way I wanted it.
My gaze swept across the hall absentmindedly until it landed on a familiar group seated not too far away.
The quadruplets.
