The Substitute Heiress

POV WARRICK

Chapter 10: The Big Day

Warrick

The wedding day had arrived, and as I prepared in my room, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Everything we had planned, everything we had worked for, was finally coming to fruition. I knew that for Cassandra, this day was a symbol of sacrifice, of duty, but for me, it was the culmination of a carefully crafted strategy.

My room was silent, except for the soft murmur of the staff preparing the final details. The black tuxedo, tailor-made, hung on the wardrobe door. I approached and ran a hand over the velvet fabric, appreciating its softness and the slight sheen that caught the light.

“Mr. Warrick, everything is ready,” announced one of the attendants from the door.

I nodded, taking a deep breath before starting to dress. The ritual of putting on the tuxedo was almost meditative. Each garment, each detail, had its place. The white silk shirt felt cool against my skin, and the perfectly tied bow tie completed the look of sophistication. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the white flower in my lapel. The man looking back at me seemed confident, unperturbed, but only I knew the truth behind that façade.

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The mansion where the reception would be held was decorated with an opulence that reflected the importance of the event. The garden had been transformed into a floral paradise, with arches of white roses and lilacs, silk ribbons hanging from the trees, and crystal lanterns in every corner. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, creating an almost magical atmosphere.

Guests were already beginning to arrive, each more elegant than the last. I watched from a window as they gathered in small groups, whispering and speculating about the ceremony. Among them, I recognized prominent figures of society, celebrities, and politicians. Their faces showed a mix of curiosity and expectations, clearly hoping this event would live up to its exclusivity.

Inside the mansion, the décor was no less impressive. The stairs were covered with a red carpet, and each banister was wrapped in garlands of flowers. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, warm light that bathed the space in a golden glow. There were flower arrangements everywhere: lilies, tulips, and hydrangeas formed a palette of pastel colors that contrasted with the elegance of the chandeliers.

I headed to the garden to greet some guests. Among the attendees, I saw the mayor of the city, several industry magnates, and a renowned international actress. Their suits and dresses were a spectacle of colors and textures. Red velvets, emerald silks, and lavender chiffons. Each guest represented a world of wealth and prestige.

“Warrick, this is a magnificent day,” said the mayor, shaking my hand enthusiastically. “I wish you and Cassandra a life full of happiness and success.”

“Thank you, Mr. Mayor. We greatly appreciate your presence here today,” I responded with a smile.

As I continued greeting the guests, I couldn't stop thinking about Cassandra. I knew that for her, this marriage was a burden, an obligation. But I also knew that, somehow, we had found a way to coexist amidst this charade.

Finally, the time for the ceremony arrived. I made my way to the altar, trying to remain calm. The church was exquisitely decorated. The pews were adorned with silk ribbons and small bouquets of flowers, and the sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows created a reflection of colors on the floor, adding an almost magical touch to the atmosphere.

I waited at the altar, my heart pounding. I knew I had to maintain my composure, to appear confident and serene. The murmurs of the guests ceased as the church doors opened and the organ began to play. All eyes turned toward the entrance, and there she was, on her father's arm.

Cassandra looked absolutely stunning. Her ivory lace dress, fitted at the bodice and with a wide skirt that fell in light layers, captured the light in an ethereal way. The lace was delicately embroidered with silver threads, and small crystals adorned the neckline, sparkling with each step she took. Her long, simple veil added a touch of elegance and regality.

As she walked slowly down the aisle, I could see the mix of emotions on her face. Pride, nervousness, and a determination I admired. Her father, with a look of pride and emotion, whispered something in her ear before handing her over to me at the altar.

“Warrick, I give you my daughter. Take care of her and respect her; she is a priceless treasure,” her father said firmly.

“Thank you, Mr. Carlisle. I promise to take care of her and respect her,” I responded solemnly, taking Cassandra’s hand.

The priest began the ceremony, and as the vows approached, I could feel the tension in the air. I looked Cassandra in the eyes, trying to convey reassurance.

We said our vows.

The priest smiled and, raising his hands, said:

“Warrick, do you take Cassandra to be your lawful wife, to love her, honor her, and cherish her in sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, until death do you part?”

I looked deeply into Cassandra’s eyes before responding firmly.

“Yes, I do.”

The priest nodded and turned to Cassandra.

“Cassandra, do you take Warrick to be your lawful husband, to love him, honor him, and cherish him in sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, until death do you part?”

Cassandra took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment, and responded clearly.

“Yes, I do.”

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Warrick, you may kiss the bride.”

I leaned toward Cassandra, and although our kiss was brief and formal, I felt a strange mix of emotions. The crowd applauded and cheered, and for a moment, everything seemed perfect.