I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

Samarra smiled as she held a bouquet on her wedding day.

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I want to thank God for blessing me with you. I have a lot to say, but reading may take some time. Perhaps I can only say that I love you and can’t wait to see you at church. My wife, I love you.

Yours forever.

Zachary.

After reading the card on the flower, Samarra couldn’t stop crying. Zachary makes her feel loved daily, even though he is swamped with clients in his newly opened customized car business. He even works at the Buenavista Hotel on the side.

When they arrived at the church, Samarra couldn’t stop biting her lower lip to keep the tears from falling. She is overjoyed because her dream of marrying the person he loves and loves her has come true.

Samarra was nervous as she stood in front of the church. Her emotions were mixed as if she were floating in the clouds.

She understands Zachary’s dedication and has saved up for a lavish wedding. Even though she offered to split the expenses because she assumed it was their wedding, he refused and insisted on it even if it meant depleting all of his savings.

Zachary does not ask his parents for financial assistance to pay for their wedding because he wants to prove to his father that he can provide a good life for her.

Zachary did not follow their parents’ previous wedding plans in the United Kingdom, but Samarra can say that this wedding was the one she liked the best because she knew they loved each other, so they married again.

She didn’t move from where she was standing when the door opened.

She felt like her heart would burst with joy as she looked at the altar, where Zachary was standing next to his parents.

He was dashing in an all-white tuxedo; even though he was smiling, Zachary wiping his eyes didn’t escape her gaze; perhaps, like her, his tears couldn’t be held back, especially when she began walking down the aisle.

She’s now dressed in a wedding gown she designed herself. She was dressed in an off-the-shoulder lace long-sleeve princess ball gown.

Samarra walked with the sensation of floating. Her parents met her in the aisle and escorted her to where Zachary was waiting.

The pounding in her chest became more intense as they got closer to the altar.

When Samarra got this close, the tears wouldn’t stop; luckily, Frankie’s make-up was waterproof, or she’d look like an ugly doll.

Zachary immediately approached her parents to pay his respects. Both her father and mother hugged him.

Daddy Calvin and Mommy Lorraine also approached her, hugging and kissing her on the cheek.

“Shhh… Stop sobbing. Others may believe you were forced into marrying me,” Zachary teased her, causing her to laugh softly.

“I’m happy, and I love you with all my heart,”

“And I love you more, love. I can’t wait to kiss you, hug you, and spend my whole life with you.”

She smiled and wiped her tears.

When Zachary squeezed her hand, she looked up at him once more. His eyes are red, like hers, and there are tears on the side of his eyes.

Samarra didn’t understand much of what the priest said because she and Zachary kept looking at each other and smiling. Her heart is overwhelming with joy and contentment.

She can’t believe that an arranged marriage isn’t a mistake but the fulfillment of a long-held dream. Zachary is not her ideal man, but he is closer to being her life partner. Zachary gave her his entire heart.

“I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

She and Zachary exchanged glances and smiles before he moved closer to her to remove the veil she was wearing.

“I love you until the end, Mrs. Buenavista,” Zachary said passionately before kissing her.

When her husband’s lips touched hers, Samarra closed her eyes. That is their first kiss as a truly in-love couple. She enthusiastically accepted and responded to their kiss.

When their lips parted, she opened her eyes and looked into her husband’s eyes with all her heart.

“I love you too, Mr. Buenavista.”

“Are you sure I’m the Buenavista you’re referring to?” Zachary said softly, which made her laugh softly.

“Yes, I love you too, Mr. Zachary Cadden Buenavista.”

“Thank you, god,” Zachary said weakly before kissing him on the lips again, prompting the guests to scream.

The reception was held in the Buenavista Hotel’s pavilion hall. Zachary approached her amid the festivities.

“Let’s go, love.”

Samarra raised her eyes to her husband, a mischievous smile on her lips.

“Are you sure? Can we leave even though the party hasn’t finished?” She asked, surprised, as she looked around at the guests happily dancing in the pavilion hall.

Why does she think they will do something terrible now?

He smiled sweetly at her and moved in closer, which made Samarra nervous because his smile was full of mischief.

“Eros is waiting for us on the rooftop.”

Eros is her father’s private plane.

Samarra carefully examined her husband before nodding as he drew her out of the pavilion hall. They laughed as they ran across the elevator, escaping their marriage. They are the equivalent of students skipping classes for fear of being caught by the principal.

When they arrived at the top of the Buenavista Hotel, Samarra was astounded to see Jameson, their pilot, waiting for them.

“Congratulations. Lady Summer and Young Master.” Jameson bowed to them and motioned them inside.

“Where are we going, love?” When they were inside the private plane, Samarra whispered.

“We’ll just have to see.”

Samarra fixed her gaze on her husband before being forced to nod. Perhaps he will accompany her wherever they go. They are still dressed in their wedding attire.

“Let’s sleep first, so we have more energy later on our honeymoon,” Zachary joked, her face flushed.

She knows what to do on a honeymoon.

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