Dylan was right. Three days later, Emily Carter and Vincent Norman were to be married. With Meggie as the wedding’s head organizer, invitations bore Emily's name, revealing to everyone that Miranda—the talented designer making waves at the Pritzker Architecture Prize—was indeed Emily. The announcement stunned all of New York and the entire architecture community. So Miranda is really Emily? People couldn’t believe the city’s most eligible bachelor, Vincent, had been swept off his feet so quickly. The Norman family, known for their longstanding legacy, hosted an extravagant guest list. Alex greeted everyone warmly, while Mandy barely cracked a smile. She was still fuming—she’d barely started her schemes with Grace to find Vincent a “suitable” bride, only to be blindsided by this wedding! She muttered, “Wasn’t he supposed to be so deeply in love with Emily? Now he’s marrying someone else so fast?” Meggie overheard and firmly replied, “The bride is Emily.” “Oh, come on, Mom. She’s not—” Meggie cut her off. “Even if she wasn’t, it wouldn’t be up to you to bring women into this family.” Mandy fell silent, flushing with embarrassment. How long had Meggie known about her matchmaking plans? By nine o'clock, a steady flow of limousines arrived at New York’s grandest cathedral, where red ribbons and tens of thousands of roses filled the grounds, creating a dreamy, aromatic floral sea. Inside, Emily walked down the red-carpeted aisle, draped in a stunning handcrafted gown with soft layers of silk that flowed down into a perfect mermaid silhouette. She took a deep breath as she looked up, meeting the glittering chandeliers that led her down the aisle, each step taking her closer to her future. In the front row, Meggie dabbed away tears of joy. As the music filled the hall, the crowd fell silent. Emily, holding onto Bert’s arm, took slow, steady steps along the rose-petal-strewn aisle, catching Vincent’s intent gaze. Her steps trembled slightly, prompting Bert to reassure her in a soft whisper, “Don’t worry, today’s your day. I won’t let anyone spoil it.” Emily smiled. “I’m not scared, Uncle. I’m happy.” When Bert handed her over to Vincent, he hesitated, offering one last bit of advice to his new nephew-in-law. “Vincent, she’s all yours now. The past is behind us, but remember—I’m trusting you to take care of her.”Vincent’s response was earnest. “I promise to cherish her, sir. She’ll be my top priority always.” The priest smiled, looking at the couple. “Vincent Norman, do you take this woman to be your wife? To love, honor, and protect her in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death?” “I do,” Vincent answered without a hint of doubt. The priest turned to Emily. “Emily Carter, do you take this man to be your husband, to love, honor, and cherish him in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death?” Emily’s smile grew. “… I do.” Vincent had waited years for this moment. He’d been through heartbreak, mistakes, anger, and almost total loss. And after so much turmoil, he finally had his love back, standing here with him. Gently, he lifted Emily’s veil and, with all his heart, said, “I love you, Emily.” The priest declared, “By the grace of God, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” But before Vincent could slide the ring onto Emily’s finger, a sharp voice interrupted. “Stop!” Heads turned as a visibly frazzled Sophia stormed in, pointing straight at Emily. “Vincent, this woman isn’t Emily. I don’t know what spell she’s cast over you, but my cousin died years ago. She’s nothing but an imposter!” The audience gasped. Though some had heard whispers about Emily’s “death,” the Normans had kept things tightly under wraps. Now, with Sophia causing a scene, everyone’s curiosity was piqued. Emily felt the judgmental, skeptical gazes bearing down on her. She squared her shoulders, ready to defend herself, but Vincent stepped protectively in front of her. “Sophia,” he said coolly, “I warned you. Emily is my limit. Nobody will hurt her—not you, not anyone. If you think you can waltz in here and expect everyone to believe you, you’re more foolish than I thought. Just looking at you disgusts me. Now leave.” “I disgust you?” Sophia scoffed. “She’s the disgusting one. She shows up out of nowhere, knowing every single thing about the past. She even got me thrown in jail!” Vincent’s voice hardened. “That’s your doing. Actions have consequences.” “Consequences? She’s been dead, Vincent! I get that you’re heartbroken, but to replace her with a fake? If Emily could see this, she’d be devastated!” “That’s enough!” shouted Meggie, her patience wearing thin. She’d been enjoying the beautiful day but had reached her limit with Sophia’s outburst.“Sophia,” she began icily, “I might be old, but I’m not so blind that I can’t recognize my own granddaughter-in-law.” “Meggie, she’s lying—” With a dismissive wave, Meggie looked to Vincent. “Vincent, the ceremony isn’t finished. Get that ring on your wife’s finger, and have someone remove this nuisance.” “Yes, Grandma. No one’s ruining this for us.” Vincent felt Emily’s hand slip into his, and he squeezed it gently, glancing at her. “Don’t worry,” he murmured. “I’m here.”