Part 2: The wedding ceremony was held beneath white magnolias in the Whitmore garden. Paige and Preston exchanged vows first under a canopy thick with imported flowers. Guests clapped, cameras flashed, and Valerie dabbed at tears that had been summoned for the expensive marriage. When Lily’s turn came, half the guests were still whispering about the bicycle. Ethan stood at the altar with calm hands and clear eyes. Up close, Lily noticed the small scar along his knuckle, the fine stitching on his cuffs, and the strange tension in the men who had come with him. They were dressed like ordinary relatives, but they carried themselves like trained guards pretending not to be guards.

When the minister asked if anyone objected, Paige’s smile widened as if she hoped someone would. No one spoke. Ethan looked at Lily and said his vows in a voice that carried across the garden without effort. “I promise you shelter when the world becomes loud, truth even when it costs me, and respect when others forget what you are worth.” The words struck Lily harder than she expected because they sounded too specific for a stranger. When her own turn came, she did not promise grand romance. She promised honesty, patience, and a home where neither of them would be made small.

At the end, Ethan slipped a ring onto her finger. It was not large like Paige’s diamond, but it was old and beautiful, a slender band of platinum holding a pale blue stone that looked like frozen rain. Lily felt the weight of it as if it carried a history. Ethan’s thumb brushed her knuckle, and for a second she heard him whisper, “Please don’t take it off.”

“I won’t,” she whispered back.

After the ceremony, Paige made sure the photographer captured her stepping into Preston’s silver Bentley while Lily stood beside Ethan’s bicycle. Guests gathered near the gate pretending not to stare. Valerie’s friends murmured into champagne glasses. Richard looked as though he wanted to be anywhere else. Paige leaned from the Bentley window and called, “Hold on tight, Lily. Savannah roads can be rough when you’re traveling economy.”

Laughter moved through the crowd.

Ethan looked at Lily. “We can call a car if you’d rather.”

The offer was gentle, and that gentleness made her brave. “No,” she said. “You came for me this way. I’ll leave this way.”

So she gathered her dress, climbed onto the small padded seat behind him, and wrapped one hand lightly around his waist. As the bicycle rolled down the driveway, the laughter followed them like thrown rice. Lily kept her chin up until the mansion disappeared behind the oaks. Only then did her breath tremble. Ethan slowed at the corner but did not turn around.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“For the bicycle?”

“For letting you be laughed at.”

“You didn’t let them do anything. They’ve had practice.”

He was quiet for a moment. “You deserved better.”

Lily watched the sunlight break through Spanish moss above the street. “Maybe. But better doesn’t always arrive in a limousine.”

Ethan’s shoulders shifted as though he had taken a wound and hidden it. He pedaled toward the older part of the city, away from the riverfront mansions and polished hotels, into a neighborhood of brick buildings, laundromats, and narrow streets where people sat on porches and called to one another by name. They stopped behind a modest apartment building with a rusted fire escape and a courtyard full of potted herbs. Ethan carried the bicycle up the back steps, then opened a second-floor door.

The apartment was small but clean. A blue couch faced a window, the kitchen table had two mismatched chairs, and sunlight fell across the wooden floor in a warm square. Lily stood in the doorway, waiting for disappointment to come. It did not. The room looked honest. No one had staged it to impress people. No one had filled it with expensive things and cold silence.

“This is where I stay,” Ethan said. “I work security for a private estate outside Charleston. This place belongs to the company. It isn’t much.”

Lily stepped inside and set her bouquet on the table. “It has light.”

He blinked. “Light?”

“The morning sun comes through that window. We could put plants there.” She walked farther in, studying the little room as if it were a puzzle she could solve. “Maybe a bookshelf against that wall. A small fish tank if you like fish. Nothing fancy. Just something alive.”

Ethan stared at her, and the naked surprise in his face nearly broke her heart. “You truly mean that?”

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