Chapter 9 - The Light That Belongs to Us
The heavy double doors of the grand ballroom swung open, and the suffocating tension of the vestibule was instantly replaced by the warm, golden glow of a thousand crystal chandeliers. Hundreds of eyes turned toward us, followed immediately by a thunderous wave of applause.
I had made my choice. Instead of retreating to put on the wig hidden in that mahogany box, I walked into my wedding reception with my natural hair—sparse, uneven, and undeniably short. It was no longer a symbol of my illness or a badge of shame. Tonight, it was my crown of survival.
Liam’s hand tightened around mine, a steady, grounding anchor that sent an invisible surge of strength through my veins. He pulled me slightly closer, leaning in as the soft, classical music swelled around us.
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"You are the most breathtakingly beautiful bride this world has ever seen, Valeria."
I smiled, letting the truth of his words wash over me. For the first time in my entire life, I felt genuinely, undeniably beautiful, without needing a mask to hide behind.
