Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1850

Gabrielle's heart raced, her mind swiftly conjuring up the quintessential bridesmaid and groomsman love story.

The bouquet toss had slipped from her thoughts; all she saw were Manley's mesmerizing eyes, which seemed to dance with a mischievous fire.

The bouquet soared high without competition, and amidst a chorus of shrieks, it landed gracefully in Estelle's hands.

The crowd swarmed around her, their cheers and whoops encircling Estelle in a cocoon of joy.

The photographer's shutter clicked, capturing Estelle's gentle smile as she gazed down at the bouquet.

Cradling the flowers, Estelle felt an unfamiliar warmth bloom within her. She sought out the man she wanted to see, but the sea of faces was overwhelming.

Magdalen turned and hurried over to Estelle, her voice bubbling with excitement. "There you go, you caught the bouquet! You'll be the next one walking down the aisle!"

Estelle's lips curled into a soft smile. "I sure hope so!"

"I saw Jonathan over there," Magdalen beamed. "You don't have to hang around with me, go find him!"

Estelle's eyes shimmered with emotion. "Let Sophia keep you company for a bit, I'll come back soon!"

"Yeah," Magdalen hugged her tight. "Ella, I'm so happy!"

Estelle patted her back affectionately. "So am I!"

Nearby, the photographer snapped a picture of Magdalen and Estelle locked in an embrace, the sunset casting a golden glow over the flower-strewn garden – the two of them a radiant tableau frozen in time.

Meanwhile, Gabrielle's cheeks flushed with a bashful pink as Manley struck up a conversation, her eyes sparkling with mock annoyance. "Have we met? That's some pretty clichéd flirting, you know."

"Yeah, it's pretty cheesy," Manley admitted with a casual smile. "But I just remembered where I've seen you before!"

The garden was bustling, so Estelle made her way to a quieter spot, walking past a gazebo and away from the heart of the festivities. The solitude was refreshing.

The bouquet in her hand was vibrant, symbolizing protection and love, and for the first time, Estelle found the language of flowers truly moving.

She wandered along the castle's walls, taken by the view, when suddenly a tall figure emerged from behind a blossoming tree. Estelle paused, and their gazes locked, an instant tenderness softening her features.

The man she had been longing for stood before her, and Estelle, clutching the bouquet, forgot to move, her eyes fixed on him.

Had it really only been ten days since they last saw each other? Why did it feel like an eternity?

Jonathan looked back at her, his deep eyes as vast as the ocean. Then, with purposeful strides, he closed the distance between them, wrapping her up in his strong arms.

Estelle's empty heart filled to the brim in a heartbeat, her cheek pressing against the comforting warmth of his chest as she clung to his shoulders.