Behind the Lies: I Was Always His (Lyla and Luca) novel Chapter 30

Lyla Monroe (Nova Kingsley)

Epilogue One Year Later

“I swear to God, if you burn off my hair, I will sue,” I hissed as the curling iron sizzled a little too close to my ear.

The stylist gave me an apologetic look. “Sorry! Sorry! Just a little frizz in the back—your hair’s thick!”

“I know,” I muttered, blowing out a breath. “Thick, chaotic, and probably trying to escape right now.”

“Nova,” Delilah warned, stepping into the bridal suite with a bouquet in hand, “your hair looks fine, your dress fits like a dream, and if you don’t stop panicking, I’m going to have to bribe you with garlic bread just to get you to the aisle.”

I groaned, staring at my reflection. My dress did look amazing. It was a soft ivory satin gown with a sweetheart neckline and delicate lace sleeves that slid off my shoulders. The train flowed behind me like a dream, and my veil—oh, the veil was cathedral length and sprinkled with the smallest crystals that shimmered every time I moved.

“You look like a queen,” one of the stylists whispered in awe.

I blinked at my reflection.

I really do.

The door creaked open again, and Delilah peeked in with wide eyes. “Okay. Showtime.”

I clutched my bouquet and nodded, trying to hold myself together. I wasn’t nervous about marrying Luca. No. That part was solid.

It was just… everything else. The crowd, the press, the fact that in five minutes I’d be walking down the aisle toward the man I will marry for the second time and finally get to say “I do” for the second time. Only this time in a way I have always dreamed about.

I stood at the top of the aisle as the soft music played. The wedding was being held outdoors in the back gardens of our California estate, the same estate where I grew up and where my parents were buried. It was spring, so everything was in bloom—cherry blossoms swaying, sunlight trickling through the trees, white chairs lined up under strings of fairy lights.

And there, seated front row, was Luca’s mom.

She was beaming. Dressed in lavender, holding a bouquet of tulips, her hand clasped gently in Delilah’s. Her eyes looked clearer today. Brighter.

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