The Billionaire Proposed

Perfection had followed Penelope since birth. From childhood, she wanted only one thing—to marry her first love after college and raise two beautiful children with him, a boy and a girl.

And the universe has done exactly what she always wished for, she believed herself to be the luckiest girl on earth.

There she was, during her bridal preparation that morning, looking stunning just hours before she would walk down the aisle.

Geoffrey, her husband-to-be, has been the love of her life since high school, and they have loved each other since then. They'll both be walking down the aisle in a few hours. The butterfly in her belly couldn't help but feel how joyful she was feeling.

“I know of just one beautiful bride, Pen, and that you, baby,” Hillary, her best friend, whispered into her ears, breaking her thoughts.

“Yes… Yes, I am. I feel it already—I feel beautiful and wonderful, Hillary. My fairytale ending is about to begin. I can’t wait,” Penelope said with a big, beautiful smile.

“I'm so sure Geoffrey will be glad to have you as his wife, no one will be able to tear their eyes away from you today, beautiful,” Hillary said, giving Pen an admiring look as the make-up artist added a final touch to her face.

“I'm done, ma'am. You look so pretty,” the make-up artist said.

“Awwnn thanks, thank you so much for making my face look flawless,” Penelope murmured.

“Your dress is next. Pen, let me help you out. We can't afford to be late; this is not a high school graduation.” Hill grinned.

Penelope slid into her short white wedding ball dress with a big beautiful chapel bow trail at the back, as Hill helped her with the lace-up closure. “What would I do without you, baby?” Pen stated.

“Let's hope you never find out," Hill said softly.

Pen’s mom died tragically five years ago from leukemia, leaving her with her dad and Hillary, whom she trusted more than anyone in the world. Her dad stated he won't remarry until Pen got married, he didn't want any woman treating his princess the way he didn't like.

The door creaked, and Mr Will, Pen’s father, entered the dressing room, and he was astonished.

“Oh, my baby, you look just like Cinderella. Can I ever be more proud than this moment? You've always made me proud, but this is exceptional, how I wish your mama witnessed this.” Mr Will was almost moved to tears as he looked into his daughter's eyes.

Tears welled up in Pen’s eyes. “I hope she's resting well, Dad. I know she's with me; she's always with me.”

“Don’t ruin your makeup, sweet. I'll leave you to it, Hillary. Please take care of my daughter. Mr Will said and Hillary nodded at his words, as he left the room for them to do their thing.

“Oops, I need to go check what's going on at the venue, everything must be just how I planned and