Chapter Two Hundred And One
Chapter Two Hundred
Vanessa’s POV
The soft, rhythmic sound of classical violins drifted through the towering glass walls of the Manchester conservatory, blending perfectly with the gentle patter of rain against the roof. It was exactly where he had proposed, but today, the space had been transformed into a sunlit paradise of white orchids, pale roses, and flickering candles.
I stood at the edge of the aisle, my fingers lightly wrapping around a bouquet of cream-colored flowers. My dress was a masterpiece of delicate white lace, designed entirely by Mateo, trailing softly behind me as I took a deep breath.
Then, I looked up.
Standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for me, was Khalid. He looked devastatingly handsome in a tailored black tuxedo that accentu
