wedding drawing near

MARGARET POV

I and Lewis stepped off the plane, back in country A after a long flight. Our faces were carefully concealed to avoid any unwanted attention. Rolling my suitcase with a mix of frustration and anxiety, i couldn't shake off the memory of her mother's reaction to the topic of marriage between i and Lewis.

The car awaited us, its engine humming softly. We stowed our luggage in the trunk and settled into the backseat. Lewis reached for My hand, intertwining our fingers. His touch was warm, comforting.

"If you keep frowning like that," Lewis said, "you'll get wrinkles earlier than usual. My mum used to say that whenever I scowled."

I sighed. "Lewis," she began, her voice low, "about my mum-I'm truly sorry. I didn't expect her to react that way. I only brought up the topic of marriage; it's not like you've officially proposed. But it seems she's already given me her answer."

Lewis tilted my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. His gaze held a mixture of determination and tenderness. "Cheer up," he said. "Meeting parents is just a formality. What matters is that we love each other. So, Margaret Adrian, do you still want to be with me?"

I leaned into his shoulder, resting my head there. "Of course," i whispered. "I still love you, Lewis. Always and forever."

"Forever," Lewis echoed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. He brushed my hair away, revealing my face. In that moment, despite the uncertainty, i knew she had made her choice.

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Weeks slipped by, and Lewis finally made his official marriage proposal to me. And only a select few knew about it. Lewis had confided in his family, and I was allowed to share the news with Jessie only.the simplicity of it all appealed to me; Lewis preferred to keep his personal life private, away from the public eye. I respected his wishes.

We captured the moment with just two photographs-one for me and one for him. Lewis believed that some memories were best kept between two hearts, away from the scrutiny of the world. And so, our engagement remained a quiet secret, nestled within our hearts.

Meeting Lewis's parents was a significant milestone. Their modest home welcomed me with open arms. Lewis's father, a man with a penchant for humor, kept the dinner lively with his endless jokes. I wondered who Lewis took after-was it his father's wit or his mother's quiet grace? In looks, he resembled his father, but character? That remained a mystery.

As the evening unfolded, I observed them both-their quirks, their laughter, their shared glances. Each detail held a clue, a piece of the puzzle that would reveal more about Lewis and his roots. I looked forward to getting to know them better, to unraveling the threads that connected us all.

And so, in the warmth of their home, I sat, sipping tea, and pondered the legacy that shaped Lewis-the blend of his parents' love, their stories, and the unspoken bonds that tied us together. As days turned into weeks, I knew that this journey would lead me not only to Lewis's heart but also to the heart of his family.

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The weeks flowed like a peaceful river, carrying us along on its gentle current. JessieM, released the latest album, painted melodies that danced across airwaves and the songs found their way into hearts far and wide. Lewis, too, released his music, but our love remained steadfast-a rock against the tides of work and fame.

We reveled in each other's company, exploring new places, laughing, and playing. Our love was an ocean, vast and dreamlike, a place where reality blurred into magic. To others, it might have seemed surreal, but for us, it was our shared reality-a sanctuary of whispers and stolen glances.

Lewis, with a guitar, composed songs in my presence. He'd strum chords, his eyes locked on mine, and confess, "These are all for you." And I knew-I felt it in every note, every lyric-that these songs were woven from the threads of our love story.

Have you ever heard a love song and known, deep within, that it was meant for you? It's like the universe harmonizes with your heartbeat, and suddenly, the lyrics become your own secret anthem.

Our wedding loomed on the horizon, a quiet affair. Lewis insisted on simplicity-just us, Jessie, and his parents. No grand spectacle, no crowds. And I understood. Love doesn't need an audience; it thrives in the quiet spaces, where promises are exchanged, and hearts intertwine.

As the days counted down, I felt nervous.what could possibly go wrong? In our love's sanctuary, nothing seemed insurmountable. We were writing our own melody-one that would echo through time, carried by the river of weeks and etched into eternity.

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LEWIS POV

The air crackled with tension as I stormed out of the room, my mother's words echoing in my ears. Our wedding was drawing near, and I wanted nothing but positivity surrounding this momentous occasion. Yet, here she was, casting doubt like a shadow over our love.

"Her parents are not even in support of the marriage, Lewis,"my mother's voice reverberated through the hallway, chasing after me.

I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling up. Why couldn't she see what margaret and I had? Why dampen our joy with her skepticism?

"Mum," I turned to face her, my voice edged with exasperation. "Thank goodness,You didn't mention any of this when Jessie came for dinner last time. Imagine how she'd feel if she knew." I gestured wildly, my emotions spilling over. "Just because her parents aren't standing with her now doesn't mean they won't come around. You should stand by her, at least for the time being."

My father emerged from the kitchen, coffee cup in hand, a calm presence amidst the storm. "What's with all this fuss ,this morning,Betty.

Did anyone stop us from getting married?" he asked matter-of-factly. His words hung in the air, a reminder that love transcends societal norms and parental expectations.

"Good morning, Father," I greeted him, seeking solace in his unwavering support.

"Oh, good morning, boy,"he replied, settling onto the couch.

"Are you worried that our life won't be as luxurious as you imagined when Lewis told you about her parents? Your love for money is becoming too much."my father said.

"It's not about that",my mum said as she walked to my dad.

My father's response cut through the tension like a well-tuned melody." "Then it's about what?",I didn't marry you for wealth," he said softly. "We built our life together, and it wasn't about material things.

Lewis, follow your heart. If margaret is the one you love, then let nothing stand in your way."My father said.

"I did not force lewis to give it to me he gave it to me because I'm his mother.im a celebrity mother,of course I should always look good.

If I look bad,it will be bad for lewis too",she said to my dad,then she faces me.

"Lewis,by the time this infactuation of yours disappears and your eyes are opened,then you will understand."she said as she looked at me .

"It's not infatuation, Mother," I declared, my resolve unwavering. "Even if the whole world opposes us, we'll still be together. Jessie is the one I'm in love with-the one I will marry."

I'm going for practice.you might not see me till a week before the wedding."I said as I turned and walked away

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