Page 107 of The Secret Heir Next Door

Only today, the fairy tale is real.

Today, I’m marrying Logan.

A year ago, this felt like a distant possibility, something that might happen one day but always far off in the future. But now, standing here, in his magnificent home surrounded by sprawling gardens and ancient oak trees, it feels like my whole world has shifted into place.

The air is filled with the scent of roses and freshly cut grass, the sounds of birdsong mingling with the faint hum of the preparations happening outside.

There’s a soft knock on the door, and Lila steps inside with a bright smile. She’s already dressed in her bridesmaid gown, a soft blush color that complements her skin perfectly.

Lila has been my rock throughout all of this, helping with every detail, from choosing the flowers to making sure I didn’t lose my mind when the caterer tried to swap our menu at the last minute.

“You look absolutely stunning,” she says, her voice filled with awe as she takes me in. “Logan’s going to lose it when he sees you.”

I laugh, nerves fluttering in my stomach like butterflies. “You think so? I just want today to be perfect.”

She steps closer, her hand gently squeezing my arm. “It already is. You’re marrying the love of your life in the most beautiful place, surrounded by everyone who cares about you. There’s nothing that could make this more perfect.”

She’s right. Logan’s estate is breathtaking, with its sweeping grounds that feel like they stretch on forever. The ceremony is set up in the garden, surrounded by a canopy of ancient oak trees that create a natural archway.

White roses and soft pink peonies line the aisle, their scent mingling with the slight breeze that rustles the leaves above. It’s exactly what I wanted—elegant, timeless, and filled with love.

Emily joins us, stepping into the room with a soft smile. She’s dressed in a flowing sage-green gown that brings out the warmth of her hazel eyes. She’s been quiet about her feelings for Brant, but I’ve noticed the way her eyes light up whenever he’s near and the soft blush that colors her cheeks when he teases her.

“You’re glowing,” Emily says, her voice soft as she adjusts a loose curl of my hair. “Are you nervous?”

I shake my head, though my heart is racing. “Not about marrying Logan. Just… everything else. I want it to be everything he deserves.”

Emily exchanges a knowing look with Lila. “Trust me, it will be. Logan’s already head over heels. And you’ve planned this down to the last detail.”

I laugh, feeling gratitude for these women who have been by my side. “I don’t know what I’d do without you both.”

Lila grins, nudging Emily playfully. “Well, we’re not going anywhere. And besides, someone has to keep you from losing your mind.”

Emily smiles, but her expression has a softness, something more profound that lingers between us. “I’m just glad to be here,” she says, and I know she means it.

I reach out and take both of their hands, squeezing tightly. “You two are the best. And I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

Lila wipes away a tear, pretending to fan her eyes dramatically. “Oh, don’t get me started, or I’ll be crying before we even make it down the aisle.”

We laugh, the sound filling the room and easing the nerves in my chest. For a moment, everything feels light and easy, like the world has narrowed down to just this—me, my closest friends, and the promise of forever that awaits me outside.

There’s a gentle knock on the door, and Dee pokes her head inside. Her face breaks into a grin.

“Goodness, you look like a supermodel,” she says as she enters.

“Like a princess,” Abby gushes as she rushes to hug me tightly.

“So do you,” I tell her as I take in her flower girl dress, complete with a cape, because we can’t have her straying from who she is just for us.

“I can’t thank you enough for allowing the cape,” Dee giggles.

“It’s perfect. We wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“You’re something special, Serena,” she smiles as she leans in and hugs me tightly. “My brother really lucked out finding you.”

“I’m the lucky one.”

“Do I get to throw flowers?” Abby asks.

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