Miller
I couldn't believe it.
If anyone had told me weeks ago when we first arrived at SFE that I would be getting married right here on this private island, with Leo as my groom, I would have laughed and called them a complete liar.
Yet, here I was.
It was actually happening. I was really about to marry Leo—the love of my life, and the man I never in my wildest dreams expected to spend forever with.
A soft, helpless smile spread across my face as I stood in front of the full-length mirror, taking in my reflection.
Gerald had spared no expense with our attire. He had chosen a tailor-made, rich coffee-brown suit for me that fit impeccably. The jacket was finely structured, hugging my shoulders with perfection, while the soft, brushed wool had a subtle sheen that caught the morning light.
