The Big Wedding Day
Jessica’s POV~
The bridal suite was a frantic scene of silk, lace, and the popping of champagne corks. I sat in front of the vanity, gripped by a mix of adrenaline and nerves, while my cousins buzzed around me like a dedicated pit crew. They were expertly layering my foundation and curling my hair into a sophisticated updo that felt surprisingly heavy.
"You should see the penthouse, Jess," my cousin whispered while applying a shimmering coat of lip gloss. "Jackson’s family business is booming. The guy is practically royalty in the tech sector now."
"And that house?" another chimed in, leaning over to pin my veil. "It’s a literal mansion. Three floors of pure luxury. You’re going from a student flat to an estate with a staff. Imagine the parties!"
They kept talking about Jackson—his sharp business mind, his reputation for being a relentless perfectionist, and how lucky I was to be joining such a powerhouse family. Every time they mentioned how "intense" he looked in his suit, I felt a deep blush creep up my neck, heat radiating all the way to my cheeks. I wasn't just blushing; I was glowing.
Finally, the dress was zipped. I stood up, a vision in layers of white tulle and delicate embroidery. I was ready.
The bridesmaids ushered me into the waiting limousine, and we made our way to the church. When the heavy oak doors finally swung open, the organ music swelled, filling the vaulted ceiling. I walked down the aisle, my eyes locked on Jackson. He stood at the altar in a classic black and white suit, looking incredibly sharp and stoic.
As I passed the pews, I saw my inner circle beaming at me.
Catherine gave me a subtle thumbs-up, Steven and Max were grinning broadly in their matching tuxedos, and Veronica looked like she was about to burst into happy tears. Seeing them there made the whole thing feel real.
The ceremony was a perfect, traditional affair. We exchanged vows under the high arches of the church, the priest’s voice echoing with a sense of gravity. When Jackson slipped the diamond band onto my finger and the priest finally announced us as husband and wife, a wave of relief and pure joy washed over me.
The reception was a whirlwind of toasts and dancing, but eventually, the celebration began to wind down. The wedding party started to trudge back to their homes, exhausted from the festivities. Jackson led me toward the car, his hand firm on my waist.
The party was over. We weren't heading back to my parents' house or a hotel. We were heading straight to the Groom’s house—my new home.
