Chapter 1877

Randy eyed the set, fit for a museum. "I'm kind of a bridesmaid too. Got anything for me too?"

"Yes, but we're taking the bride now," Barton said.

"Go ahead," Erica said, waving her hand. "You're sincere enough. Debra's in good hands."

She had expected a small gift, not this extravagance. Being a bridesmaid might just be a goldmine.

"Ready, my princess?" Andrew offered his hand.

Debra took it naturally.

Erica teared up. She had grown up with Debra, and witnessing their happiness tugged at her heart.

Randy nudged her. "Why are you crying like that? Mrs. Frazier hasn't even started."

"Shut up. Women get emotional. Wait till the ceremony. Mrs. Frazier is gonna bawl," Erica sniffled.

Andrew carried Debra downstairs in a princess hold. Original content can be found at Find[ɴ]ovel.net

In his arms, she felt safe, a feeling stronger today than ever. She was going to be his wife.

But her mind drifted to last night's dream, in which she loved someone deeply. The man's face was unclear, but she trusted her choice.

"What's up?" Andrew asked.

"Lately, I've had this feeling," she replied. "Like there's another me inside, but she is living a totally different life. You're not in it, and she is not doing so well. It makes me cherish the life I'm living."

Andrew smiled faintly. He'd never bought into supernatural stuff, but he'd felt another him recently too. One thing was certain. Debra was his only princess, and he was her only knight.

He would protect her, no matter what. If he ever pushed her away, it would be because he couldn't give her the life she deserved.

Now he could, and he believed no one could do it better.

At the wedding, the priest looked kindly at them. "Mr. Andrew Potter, do you take Miss Debra Frazier to be your wife, to love, cherish, and protect her, in sickness and health, rich or poor, till death do you part?"

"I do," Andrew replied, his words carrying the weight of a lifetime.