His Little Flower (Felix and Flora) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120 

Sunlight speated through the window, igniting a million little diamonds on the ivory expanse of the dress, I spun slowly, the whisper of lace against my skin. The dress clung to me like second skin. The skirt was flowy. A million bucks, Tommy had said: More like a million happily–ever afters. Except, that happily ever after was already a year old. We had gotten married out of nowhere, that night. And it had been beautiful. 

“Whoa, Hora,” came Tommy’s voice, laced with a wolf whistle that made me laugh. “Looking like a freaking goddess,” Lexi countered, her voice thick with a barely concealed tremor. Tilly, her touch feather–light as she adjusted a head on the bodice. Remember the attic? she murmured, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “Us, in Nana’s old dresses, dreaming of our fairytale weddings 

The memory washed over me. A fairytale wedding, in a farmhouse much like this one. We had made so many 

Phooks envisioning our dresses. The music. Our grooms. Tilly’s choices in men had changed all the time. But even then, I always wrote only one thing in those books, Felix weds Flora.” 

“It’s silly, really,” I confessed, my voice thick. “We are married. But…. 

Lexi’s hand 

squeezed mine, her touch a silent understanding. “But you deserve this,” she said, her voice firm. “To celebrate. To shout your love from the 

Tears welled in my eyes, blurring the image of my reflection. 

I was going to be Felix’s wife, again. 

Tommy 

whipped out his phone. Don’t worry, Hora,” he declared, “I’ve got a waterproof mascara playlist ready for the inevitable tearfest.” 

I swatted him playfully, a choked laugh escaping my lips. “You are an idiot, Tommy.” 

The grinned, pulling me into a hug, Lexi and Tilly joined the embrace. As we pulled apart, I took a deep breath, feeling a strange sense of calm settle over me. “I love you guys.” I said. And I received I love yous hack, 

“Ready?” Tommy asked me. I nodded. He was going to walk me down the aisle. I was grateful that he was the one to do that. It made sense for us. He was the man closest to me, after Felix. 

It would be a little funny, Just two kids walking down the aide. 

We stepped out. 

Every breath hitched in my throat, every eye in the room seemed to be on me. 

The aisle, a path of ivory strewn with rose petals, stretched before me. The familiar faces of the mafia families blurred into an occan of black suits and nervous anticipation. And then, there was Felix. 

Standing beneath the archway of wildflowers and white roses, he was a beacon in the sea of faces. His expression as he attempted to remain composed couldn’t hide the warmth that simmered in his eyes. As the music swelled, I walked slowly. I did not notice the people watching. I did not notice anything. My eyes were glued to him. I reached the arch, and Felix gently took my hand. His grip on my hand was firm as he guided me to stand in front of him. He smiled at me with warmth and passion. 

Father Bianchi began the ceremony. My vows tumbled out, a heartfelt confession of love and respect for the man who held my heart. Tears welled up in some unexpected comers, a testament to the raw emotion that crackled in the air. 

When it was Felix’s turn, his voice, usually laced with quiet authority, trembled with a vulnerability I hadn’t witnessed before. 

The air crackled with anticipation as the moment arrived to exchange rings, I was wearing the ring he had proposed with on my neck. To make place for the rings I would be getting today. My heart hammered a frantic rhythun against my ribs. 

Felix reached for my hand, his fingers a familiar comfort against my own. The platinum band, simple yet elegant, felt heavy with promise as I slid it onto his finger. A smile tugged at the comer of his lips. This was all a formality. We had done it all before. We knew it as his hand lingered in my hand, a smile playing on his face. 

He slid my own ring on to my finger, slowly and steadily. The diamonds on it glinted in the sunlight. 

“You may kiss the bride.” 

He didn’t wait for the priest to finish his sentence. The crowd erupted in cheers, a sound that faded into the background as Felix drew me close. His mouth slanted over mine possessively, his arm circling my waist. When he pulled back from me, my face was flushed. He was grinning. 

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But the ceremony wasn’t over, yet. God, the real part was just beginning, 

A hush fell over the crowd as Nick stepped forward. He was suited sip and looking serious, , a contrast from his usual sell in his hand, he held a velvet cushion, and upon it, a single, heavy ring. The gold gleamed in the afternoon SIBL a single, onyx stone, the signet of the Corsion family, pulsed with a dark power. It was his mother’s ring. She had worn it for years, as the wife of the Dhun. And now, it was my furn 

With a nod of acknowledgment, he took the ring from Nick. All eyes turned to me, the weight of unspoken expectations heavy in the air. I held my 

breath 

Felix stood tall, his eyes meeting mine. No words were exchanged, but the message was dear. This wasn’t just a wedding band; it was a symbol of power, a declaration of my place beside him. 

With a steady hand, Felix slipped the ring onto my finger. The wright of it, both literal and metagihorical, settled on me. 

I closed my eyes and I reached for Felix’s hand. He was wearing his own signet ring on his finger. My lips Brushed against the cool metal in a silent, 

ceremonial kiss. 

He smiled. I smiled right back at him. 

“Before the reception,” he whispered, “I need to fuck you” 

We walked to the car, being showered by the flowers. We sat in the car, and just as we shot through, his 

dis lips descended on mine.