The day before the wedding, Bonnie and Lawrence went back to their respective homes. They had agreed to keep living at The Observatory after tying the knot, as it held so many of their best memories.
It was comfortable, and the commute was perfect for both of them.
They figured they would only consider moving once they started having kids.
This was one of the very few nights they had spent apart since returning to Cabinda, made even harder by the nerve-wracking excitement of it being the eve of their wedding.
That night, Lawrence called her over a dozen times, and Bonnie texted him incessantly.
If Lawrence hadn't heard some superstition about it being bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before the ceremony, they absolutely would have snuck out for a walk.
But Bonnie knew he had spent a long time standing outside her apartment building in the cold.
Shirley had spotted him from the master bedroom window, staring blankly up at the building. She had marched into Bonnie's room, complaining that their sickeningly sweet romance was too much to handle.
It was pretty overwhelming. Sometimes Bonnie herself couldn't believe it. They were in their thirties now, yet they still burned with the passionate, fresh infatuation of teenagers.
Maybe it was because so much time had passed, throwing a soft, nostalgic filter over the turbulent years they had lost.
The pain was still there, but it no longer kept them apart.
That night, thinking about everything they had been through, Bonnie stayed on the phone with him until dawn. They both suffered a bout of shared insomnia.
By the time the wedding rolled around the next day, they both had faint dark circles under their eyes.
At Bonnie's firm insistence, their wedding was even simpler than Helen's had been.
They skipped the early morning rituals and opted for a late afternoon ceremony. There were no convoluted traditions—just the exchange of vows and rings, followed by an opening dance to kick off the dinner reception.
It wasn't until she arrived at the hotel to get her makeup done that afternoon that Bonnie finally saw the venue.
The entire estate had been completely transformed. Elaborate floral arrangements covered every inch of space, and the chapel dome was draped in a cascading canopy of Ecuadorian roses and hydrangeas, looking like an inverted sea of flowers.
The massive, inverted crystal chandeliers paled in comparison to the vibrant blooms.
The whole aesthetic was vintage, luxurious, romantic, and dreamy. It matched her gown perfectly.
Once her makeup was done and she slipped into the dress, Bonnie stared at her reflection, barely recognizing the woman in the mirror.
She had tried the dress on before and knew it was gorgeous, but seeing it paired with full bridal makeup and the magical ambiance of the room changed everything.
Her mood felt entirely different.


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