I closed my eyes. Breathe and relax, Mag. When I opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of an old picture of us. I held it, feeling the frame.

The night when we publicly announced our engagement. Despite all of the criticism we've faced, we pulled through. I remember when he proposed. I also remember coming home from the hospital with Hannah, to be shocked with our dining table covered with rose petals with a small, suede box resting in the middle.

I love him so much.

"Mommy!" a little voice yelled. "Mommy," she tugged my dress, "I look so pretty!" I looked down to see our daughter in her flower dress with her hair curled and bouncy.

I lifted her onto my lap, "Sayang, are you wearing lipstick?" I nibbled her cheek. "You're very pretty."

"But you're prettier, mommy," she pouted her lips. "Daddy is going to like this," she smiled. "Where's daddy?" she pushed herself off. I grabbed her hand, restricting her to get him.

"Sayang, daddy can't see me until after the party," I pulled her into a hug.

"Okay," she frowned, "as long daddy gets to see how pretty you look."

"I love you, Sayang," I kissed her cheek, "daddy is going to be shocked seeing how pretty his daughter is."

She shook her head, "but I want ahjussi Top to see how pretty I am."

I started laughing. Top hates being called ahjussi. When she was learning how to talk, Bae told her to call him that - Top still hasn't forgiven him. "Why ahjussi?"

"Because Top ahjussi is very handsome," her cheek turned a little pink.

Oh boy.

I heard a knock on the door. It creaked open and my mom came in with MIcel.

"Oma! And auntie! Look how pretty I am!" she jumped off my lap and twirled in circles towards them. "I'm pretty like mommy!"

Oma kneeled down and gave her a hug. I watched them and finally turned to Micel. She walked over to me and gave me a hug. "I can't believe my baby sister is getting married." her voice was cracking. Bae bought them plane tickets 3 months ago. They've been staying with us. I haven't seen Micel in 4 years - 2 months before I went to korea for the first time.

"I know," I tried holding back my tears, "i can't cry - I'm going to mess up my make up again," I tried laughing.

She ran her fingers through my hair, "this seems too good to be true. Your husband is gorgeous out there in his tux. And him being rich is a bonus," she laughed. "Plus he loves you," she smiled. I rolled my eyes.

"Auntie," Hannah called out, "do you thing Ahjussi Top will think I'm pretty?" she smiled twirling in a circle again.

"Ahjussi Top?" MIcel turned to me raising in eyebrow.

"Seunghyun," I said softly, "Bae's friend thats really tall. the one you found attractive."

"OHH," she crossed her arms, "of course honey," she raise her hand for a high five, "just twirl in front of him."

Someone else knocked on the door. And I see my brother walk in. Hands in his pockets with his head tilted down, "hey."

I froze, I didn't know he was going to come since he was against this. I got up and gave him a hug. Despite our past, I want my daughter to know my family and her cousins. "I didn't know you were going to come," I said lightly.

"Yeah," he took a deep breath, "hey mom. Hey MIcel."

I took a step back. He looks nice. "You lost weight."

He smirked, "yeah, Young-bae got me a tux a little to small, so I tired to fit it."

I jerked. "Huh?"

He took a deep breath and rubbed his neck. "He mailed me tickets and a tux. Nicole and the kids are here too. We got here last night."

What?! "Wait, what?"

He hugged me again, "I'm sorry, Mag. For being a jerk about you two." he looked me in the eyes, "He's a good guy. He even got us a hotel for a week." he started smiling. "I didn't even pay for anything."

I rolled my eyes. "Freeloader," I said under my breath.

"Mag?" Ash called out from outside the door. "You look beautiful, but the ceremony is about to start. You guys need to take seat," she stuck her tongue, "the wedding coordinator asked me to tell you guys."

I started laughing. "You mean you wanted to ask us?" Ash is the wedding coordinator.

She nodded and pulled MIcel out, "come on, guys." She glared at us.

Mark hugged me and my mom faced me with tears in her eyes. "I love you, Mom" I hugged her tightly.

And everyone went to their seats. I looked at myself in the mirror. Fixing the little bits and pieces of my appearance. I felt beautiful. My stylist kept my normal look - she said it's already exotic since my since was caramel like. My hair was black and long. She straightened it and let it fall. She fixed my bangs - straightened it so it barely fell over my eyes. And the veil slightly covered my face. My make up was natural looking - i didn't have my normal eyeliner. I haven't felt this confident in a while. It was my wedding day.

I remember I didn't want a ceremony. I just wanted the papers done. I didn't want to waste so much money, but Bae wanted at least a small one. Enough for close friends and family. So we went for a chapel that overlooked the beach. Im glad he pushed for it.

I glanced at the picture I was looking at earlier. We looked so happy when we finally came out. I remember that night, showing off my ring with no shame. I laughed to myself quietly. He kissed me in the middle of a park. Older people gasped and shook their heads. Other people just giggled.

One girl called out to us and congratulated us. Giving us support for our relationship. When that happened, we knew we did the right thing.

"Mag," ash called out, "it's timeeeee!" she skipped towards me and cupped my face. "You're so beautiful! I cant believe we're here!" she stared at me. "Let's go."

I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the isle. I closed my eyes, listening to the music. There you go, it's time to walk.

I finally opened my eyes and the first person I see is Young-bae. I held in my tears when I saw him smile at me. At this moment, he was the only person I saw. He looked beautiful. The same hair, of course, but he never aged. His face flawless. And his tux fitted him so well.

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