Jay-Jay's POV
Wedding week exploded into a whirlwind of Section E magic, every moment stitched with love that chased away the last shadows of drama. The Thames cliffside estate transformed under Rakki's iron fist—mango trees airlifted straight from Serina's Philippine grove arched over the aisle, their leaves whispering promises in the breeze, while fairy lights draped like a canopy of stars waiting for dusk. Lumpia stations lined the perimeter, adobo simmering in massive pots tended by Aunty Gemma, calamansi cakes stacked high from Grace's bakery trials. Freya orchestrated the dresses: my gown a whisper of white lace embroidered with blue beads matching Keifer's bracelet, simple yet fierce, hugging every curve like it was made for battle scars turned triumphs. The girls swarmed fittings—Rakki barking orders ("No meringue disasters!"), Serina sewing heirloom pearls into the veil with teary prayers, C-in (in from Manila) already ripping his flower boy tux in excitement, plotting "epic ring entrance pranks" with Percy.
Keifer stole moments amid the chaos, pulling me into alcoves for stolen kisses, his eyes dark with that mix of nerves and fire. "You ready to be stuck with me forever, queen?" he'd murmur, bracelet clinking against my ring as our hands intertwined. "Stuck? Thrilled," I'd shoot back, heart pounding steady. Mornings blurred lazy before dawn rehearsals—coffee steaming on the terrace, Section E piling in with binders and banter: Felix and Calix arguing drone security ("Motion sensors or decoys? Both!"), Denzel scripting aerial footage to capture every vow tear, Edrix booming fake officiant lines that cracked us up. Even Angelo softened, locking down the perimeter with quiet pride: "Family seals today. No cracks."
Rehearsal dinner glowed intimate under lantern glow, Thames lapping soft below. Toasts poured raw—Rakki's mic takeover: "From comas, gangs, fake families to this? Unbreakable queens and kings!" Felix choked up mid-beer ("Blame the wind!"), Serina wove family recipes into blessings ("This adobo fed your survival—now feeds forever"), C-in's video rant going viral instantly: "Flower boy approves! Gangs to gains, love wins!" Laughter echoed late, dances spilling barefoot onto grass, Keifer and I swaying slow to old Manila ballads, foreheads touching. "No interruptions," he whispered. "Just us." Horizons felt infinite.
Dawn of the day broke pink and perfect, nerves buzzing electric like pre-battle adrenaline. Serina fussed final veil pins, eyes shining: "Anak, you glow like home sun." Girls' suite brimmed chaos—Freya steaming lace, Grace crowning floral halos, Rakki snapping hype pics. Walk to the aisle felt surreal: no bio-dad, just chosen family beaming—Angelo escorting proud, Percy winking mischief. Music swelled, violins weaving lumpia-scented air. Keifer at the altar, sharp black suit tailored fierce, bracelet gleaming, eyes locking mine like gravity pulled. World narrowed to him.
Vows hit raw, voices thick: "Jay-Jay, you pulled me from storms, laughed through scars, built empires from ash. I choose you—London rain, Manila heat, every dawn." Mine poured fierce: "Keifer, ulupong, you held my comas, faced my ghosts, loved unbroken. I choose you—chaos, quiet, forever." Rings slid—his warm band on my finger, mine cool on his. Kiss sealed deep, cheers thundering: confetti storms, C-in whooping wild, Section E conga line snaking instant.
Keifer's POV
Reception detonated joy—yacht drifting Thames gentle post-ceremony, mango arches framing moonrise, fireworks bursting (Percy's illegal flair). Cake smash started her gleeful lead, white silk smudged chocolate as she smeared my face laughing. Dances raged: conga lines snaking decks, barefoot sways to remixed OPM hits, Rakki MCing battles ("Bride's crew vs groomsmen—lumpia prize!"). Speeches cracked hearts—Denzel's montage reel flashing coma recoveries to now, Felix bellowing "Brother gained a queen!", Serina's tear-soaked "Anak found home." C-in stole mic: "From hospital hell to this? Flower boy out!"
Night peaked wild: photo booths overflowing silly faces (Edrix photobombed all), drone lights painting skies, Serina's adobo towers vanishing fast. Slipped to deck edge as guests mellowed, her head perfect on my chest, ring catching starlight, Thames whispering below. "Happy, Mrs. Ulupong?" "Stupidly, Mr. Queen," she grinned, eyes infinite. "Enemies dust. Family iron. Honeymoons call—Boracay sands next."
Moon saluted. Love eternal. Ours just began—unshaken, endless.