The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 287

The venue had been transformed into an enchanted forest, complete with towering trees, draping vines, and an abundance of fresh flowers arranged in breathtaking bouquets and clusters. The planning had begun the moment Penelope agreed to marry Theodore. Mr. Johnson had hired a top-tier wedding company, and for a full month, they had worked to create this dreamlike, mystical setting.

And Penelope, like a princess lost in this very forest, saw her prince and ran toward him.

Her prince caught her, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss.

Mr. David Anderson and Timothy stepped aside. As the spotlight fell upon them, it was as if they were the only two people in the world.

Penelope didn’t hear a word the emcee said after that. Her eyes and heart were filled with nothing but Theodore, and his gaze, in turn, never left her.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re handsome.”

“The most beautiful in the world.”

“The most handsome in the universe.”

Theodore chuckled. “Let’s stop complimenting each other.”

“Yeah,” she rasped, “it’s getting a little shameless.”

When it came time for the vows, Hannah handed her a cup of honey water, hoping it would soothe her voice enough to speak. But when Penelope opened her mouth, she discovered she couldn’t make a sound at all. She tried coughing a few times, then tried to speak again. Nothing. Another cough. Still nothing.

A wave of panic washed over her. The entire audience was now looking at her with curious expressions.

“My wife’s throat is bothering her,” Theodore announced, taking the microphone from her hand with a reassuring wink. “I’ll read her vows for her.”

Hannah, after a moment of surprise, started to hand him the vow card, but he waved it away.

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