Her Asian Billionaire’s Perfect Match

The ceremony did not last long and the reception was being held in the massive ball room at the house. Asami and Leonora had hit it off immediately and they had made sure everything had been in place for the ceremony.

The huge room was decorated with white and ice blue decorations and a spot had been cleared for dancing later.

Leonie kept looking at her husband every few seconds not believing that she was actually married and she had never felt so happy in her entire life.

She had spent most of the night before chatting with her mother.

“I love him so much mom.” She had told her as she sat on the bed and admired how young and contented her mother looked.

“I can see that honey,” she had said with a smile reaching out to tuck a stray curl behind her daughter’s ear. “The whole world can see that you two love each other from a mile off.”

“I almost threw it away for some nonsense.” She said in wonder.

“You wouldn’t have,” Leonora told her confidently. “A love like that is very hard to do away with.”

“I guess you are right.” She paused and looked at her. “How do you feel with dad being here?” she had called and told her mother immediately that she had invited him to the wedding and if she minded. She had told her no immediately.

“Darling I got over that long ago.”

*****

“I am probably biased but I have never a more stunningly beautiful bride.” John told her. They were dancing to Shania Twain’s ‘From this moment and he held her close to him as they danced to the slow rhythm of the song that fitted them so well.

“You are biased,” she told him huskily, looping her arms around his neck and looked up at him. He looked so handsome in a dark blue suit and a white shirt. “But I happen to think that you are by far the most handsome man I have ever met.”

“Well said Mrs. Masaki,” he teased her bending his head for a slow languorous kiss that had her shivering in his arms.

They were so absorbed in each other that it took Benjamin Williams several tap on John’s shoulder for them to be aware that he was right there. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said apologetically. “But I wondered if I could dance with my daughter for a little bit.” It was then they realized that their song had ended and another more upbeat one had begun and other couples had joined them on the dance floor.

“Of course,” he told the man courteously, his hand lingering on his wife’s waist.

“He really loves you,” Her father observed as John made his way over to where her mother and his mother were drinking champagne.

“He does,” she said with a smile.

“I wish you all the happiness in the world my dear and I am so sorry that I was not part of your life those years.” He said sincerely. “Do you think we could keep in touch?”

“Of course,” Leonie told him promptly. “You could come over for visits, I am sure my husband won’t mind.” It was after she said it that she realized that the word ‘husband’ had tripped off her lips very easy. She looked up to find him looking at her and the look he gave her had her going weak and she knew she wanted to be with him just now. “We are going to be leaving now dad but I will see you before you leave.” With a slight hesitation she gave him a peck on the cheek which had him staring at her in surprise.

“Thank you my dear.” He told her with a smile as she made her way over to John.

“Ready to leave?” he asked her softly catching her around the waist.

“Absolutely, I want to be with you so bad that I am trembling from it.” She whispered to him.

He reacted immediately by tightening his arms around her waist. They said their goodbyes and went upstairs to change. They were going to be spending the night in the cabin at the top of the hill.

*****

It had been properly insulated against the elements and there was a fire blazing in the hearth when they got there. He had left instructions for it to be cleaned out and dusted and to be stocked with food in case they wanted to spend more than one night there.

The first time she had seen it she had teased him saying that they had named it wrong, it was actually a log mansion. It was two stories with three very large bedrooms and two bathrooms upstairs and a large homely kitchen, living room and a dining area.

He had spread a blanket on the board floor in front of the fire and there was champagne resting in the bucket for them to partake of.

He held her tightly against him; this woman who made everything he did worthwhile.

The end.