DIAMOND

STEPHANIE POV

My mom and I arrived at the entrance of the church just in time. It was already filled with people, mostly guests invited by both my mother and stepfather. It was a small wedding, as my mom had chosen a small church and selected only a few close friends to attend. I didn't invite anyone myself because I felt uneasy about people knowing my mom was remarrying a man so strikingly handsome and hot. It made me cringe to even think about it.

I stood behind her, holding her wedding dress as any bridesmaid should. She paused and turned to me, tears streaming down her face. "Should I do this?" she asked quietly.

"Why not? It's what you want, isn't it? It's your happiness, not mine," I reassured her, noticing she wasn't herself. She was clearly afraid of making the wrong decision.

Gently, I wiped her tears away and encouraged her, "Mom, stop crying and smile. Today is a big day for you; don't let anything ruin it." I forced a smile to ease her nerves, and it seemed to work. She hugged me tightly and whispered, "I love you," into my ear before stepping into the church, where the familiar music of "Here Comes the Bride" began to play.

Everyone in the church turned to focus their attention on my mom. She appeared tense, and I could see how nervous she was. She wasn't comfortable walking alone in the middle of a crowd. She glanced back at me, seeking reassurance, and I nodded encouragingly. It was now, or never, for her.

My mom took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, before walking down the aisle with me taking the same step behind her. She held her bridal bouquet tightly with both hands, summoning courage to face the crowd. Despite her nerves, she wore a big smile on her face. As for me, I had to force a fake smile, masking my lack of excitement about the wedding.

Suddenly, my grandfather entered through the entrance and took my mother's hands. She was surprised to see him here, as she hadn't expected him to attend. He hadn't initially agreed to the wedding, just like me, but I had begged him to come, even if he arrived late, which he did. My mom beamed from ear to ear as her father walked her down the aisle; seeing him present on her special day brought her immense happiness, I could tell.

Logan winked at my mom with a half-smirk playing on his lips, causing her to blush. His calm and composed facial expression gave the impression that he was ready to handle the occasion with poise and confidence. I wondered how often he tried to make her blush with his killer looks in their daily interactions.

My mom took her place beside Logan, while Grandpa and I stood outside the altar. The pastor began the ceremony.

"Dear beloved, we are gathered here this morning to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony," the pastor announced.

Logan and my mom stood facing each other, holding hands and exchanging loving gazes. It filled me with joy to see the radiant smile on my mom's face. She was genuinely happy to be with him, and there was no doubt about it. If this is what love feels like, then I definitely want to experience it too.

"Logan Knight, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, honour her, comfort her, and keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" the pastor asked Logan.

"I do," Logan replied.

The pastor then turned to my mom and asked, "Jessica Smith, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, honour him, comfort him, and keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

My mom smiled at Logan, and he returned the smile before she answered, "Yes, I do.”

"Repeat after me," the pastor instructed Logan. "I, Logan Knight, take you, Jessica Smith, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." The pastor spoke these words, and Logan repeated them after him.

Turning to my mom, the pastor continued, "I, Jessica Smith, take you, Logan Knight, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." My mother echoed his words, repeating them sincerely.

"You may now exchange the rings," the pastor concluded.

Logan grinned, and I could hear him mutter to my mother, "Where is the ring?" He asked.

"Why are you asking me? I thought you gave it to your son, your groomsman, or best man, whatever you call him!" My mother whispered back. People notice the small commotion between them, but they don't actually give a damn about it.

"Don't worry, Father, I've got the ring," I heard a deep, familiar voice say, followed by the sound of running footsteps approaching.

I turned my gaze toward the voice and saw an extremely handsome man in a black tuxedo rushing to the altar with a silver box of rings. The tuxedo was tailored to fit him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and slim waist. He looked stylishly handsome, just like my stepfather. I had no idea why I compared him with my stepfather, but he definitely looked just as good as him.

Staring at the man's handsome face as he quickly approached the altar, my eyes widened when I recognized him. He was none other than my ex, Diamond. That was my ex!

What shocked me even more was the fact that he addressed Logan as his father.

So If Logan is his father, that means... I can't bring myself to say the complete word.

Okay, what is happening here? Someone wake me up from this nightmare, please!