Love Rents A Room -
Chapter 231: His Wait
Chapter 231: His Wait
Philip crossed the room and wrapped his arms around his grandson in a firm, proud embrace. He clapped a hand on Jeffrey’s shoulder.
"You did good," he said, voice thick with meaning. "And remember—these vows you’re about to take, they’re not just words. You’ll speak them before God and everyone who matters. Make sure you keep them."
Jeffrey nodded, the gravity of the moment sinking deeper into his bones. But then he cracked a sheepish smile, boyish and full of longing.
"Did you see her?" he asked, eyes lighting up. "How does she look?"
He hadn’t seen her dress, hadn’t even caught a glimpse of her since last night. And one night apart had felt like an eternity. He missed her like he hadn’t breathed.
Philip chuckled, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Don’t you want to know..." he teased, turning away with an exaggerated shrug.
"Grandpa..." Jeffrey groaned, but Philip was already gone, laughing softly to himself.
A voice came again, firmer this time. "It’s time."
Jeffrey took a deep breath.
This was it.
He straightened his jacket, steadied his heartbeat, and stepped out into the hallway bathed in golden light. The ceremony had begun. Guests hushed. Music swelled.
And he walked forward, toward the altar, toward the place he would stand and wait.
Wait for the woman who had changed everything.
Joanne.
He couldn’t wait to see her.
To see her walk toward him, eyes shining, veil trembling, carrying every promise they’d ever made—spoken or not—down that aisle.
She was coming.
And this time, he wouldn’t let go.
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Joanne stood before the mirror, silent and still, letting her eyes trace the reflection of the woman she had become. Her gown was a dream woven in satin and lace, ethereal and regal—with delicate appliqués cascading down the skirt and a hand-stitched sash wrapping her waist like a whispered promise. Her fingers brushed the fine embroidery, her heart fluttering beneath her ribs.
She had chosen her tokens carefully.
The diamond earring—just one—had once belonged to her grandmother. Her grandfather had pawned it during a desperate time, but she’d found it again, restored what was lost. That was her something old.
The tiara, the one she first laid eyes on in the Winchester vault, crowned her hair. Its emerald centerpiece shimmered softly, borrowed and bold. Something borrowed.
The handkerchief, white with delicate blue embroidery, had been passed through generations. A family tradition. Something blue.
And her something new—the diamond necklace resting on her collarbone, a perfect echo of light against her skin.
She took in her figure again—her small baby bump still invisible beneath the structure of the dress. She looked tall, luminous, and striking. Everyone who saw her that morning had said so.
But it wasn’t just the dress. It was the stillness, the clarity in her eyes. The woman who had fought quietly, survived deeply, and loved boldly now stood ready to be claimed and to claim.
Her gaze dropped, then lifted with quiet fire.
This was it.
Her day.
Her forever.
Fiona hugged her tightly, the kind of hug only a sister—by blood or by bond—could give.
"I’m so happy for you, Jo," she whispered, her eyes glassy with emotion and glowing with love. "You’re so beautiful. He’s going to faint when he sees you..."
Joanne let out a soft laugh, but she didn’t quite agree.
She didn’t want the man she was about to marry to faint. She wanted him to stand tall—his back straight, his eyes steady, and his gaze full of everything he couldn’t say aloud. He didn’t need to cry to prove his love. He just had to look at her. Really look.
Because five years ago, neither of them had dared to.
Back then, maybe if one of them had had the courage to meet the other’s eyes... their wedding wouldn’t have been five years late.
Her hand fell gently to her stomach—almost flat, barely a curve. But life stirred there. A promise of a future.
This was right.
Everything was finally, perfectly right.
Just then, the door opened and Charlotte walked in. She was wearing a dress. With actual makeup. Joanne blinked, stunned for a moment at how grown-up she looked.
"My dad’s too shy to come in," Charlotte said, cheeks a little pink. "And Jo... you’re so pretty."
Joanne smiled softly and leaned down to place a kiss on the girl’s cheek. "One day," she said, her voice tender, "you’ll find the right man. And you’ll be just as beautiful in white."
She meant every word.
She’d worn formal gowns to awards shows, walked stages in shimmering designer dresses. None of it came close to how she felt now—in satin and lace, with a veil softening her features, her heart full.
This... this was fulfillment.
Outside the room, Philip stood waiting.
Impeccably dressed, cane in hand, pride radiating from him like warmth from the sun. When Joanne stepped out, his breath caught. For a second, he couldn’t speak.
Then, his voice wavered as he said, "Sean would be proud of you."
Joanne nodded, her throat tightening. She knew. Her papaw would’ve been proud. So would her parents.
Philip smiled gently and offered his arm.
"Let’s go, my dearest Poppet."
Joanne took his arm, her fingers sliding into the crook of his elbow like they belonged there. She felt the ground beneath her feet, steady and sure. Her heart swelled.
She was ready.
Ready to walk forward—into a new Chapter, into the arms of the man who finally, truly looked at her.
As they walked slowly toward the ceremony, the words in Philip’s heart shaped themselves into something ancient and true:
Beneath a trembling veil, she claims her ground,
Eyes bright with battles won in silent wars.
He, the man of fractured pasts, at last unbound,
Finds in her arms the home his heart once saw.
Through secrets kept and memories betrayed,
Their love, a beacon blazing through the shade.
The doors opened. The music swelled.
And Joanne stepped forward, radiant and resolute, toward the man waiting at the end of the aisle. The man she would marry not just with her hand, but with her soul.
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