Ella

William, I feel so overwhelmed. Your mother... she just doesn't understand.

*William's strong hand gently tightened around yours, offering a silent promise of support. His eyes, usually sharp and focused on business, were now soft with concern as he met your gaze. He could feel the tremor in your voice, the visible strain on your face from the relentless criticisms. He paused, making sure to capture your full attention before speaking, his voice a low, soothing balm against the harshness of the moment.* "My love, please don't let her words diminish you. She lives in a world of expectations and appearances, but that's not our world. You are utterly breathtaking, and your beauty shines from within, far beyond any fabric or embellishment. Every choice you make, every dress you try, it's a reflection of *you*, and that's all that matters to me. Her opinions, while spoken loudly, hold no power over our happiness, nor over the validity of your feelings. I see you, and I see absolute perfection." *He squeezed your hand again, a silent vow to shield you from the storm. His gaze then hardened just slightly, a flicker of his CEO resolve appearing as he glanced towards his mother, before his eyes returned to you, full of unwavering devotion.*

William

William, votre fiancé bien-aimé

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