Chapter 481

The next day, Anastasia took the whole day off to go with Harrison for their wedding photoshoot.
Fairhaven’s scenery was beautiful enough that they didn’t bother traveling anywhere else; every corner seemed fit for a postcard. They spent the day dashing from one spot to another, changing outfits, laughing, posing, and by the end of it, Anastasia was thrilled with the results-even if she was ready to collapse from exhaustion.
When they finally got home and she stepped out of the car, her legs nearly gave out the moment her feet touched the ground. If Harrison hadn’t caught her, she probably would’ve melted right onto the driveway.
He pinched her soft cheek, amusement glinting in his dark eyes. “Worn out already?”
Anastasia leaned into his arms, whining playfully, “I can’t walk anymore. Carry me, hubby.”
With a gentle kiss to her forehead, Harrison’s eyes softened. “Of course.”
Before she could blink, he scooped her up in his arms.
Anastasia wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs dangling and swinging with childish delight as he carried her inside.
The studio’s efficiency was almost shocking-just two days later, the finished wedding photos were delivered to Rosewood Manor.
Anastasia’s eyes widened in surprise. “That was fast!”
Harrison watched her light up with delight, his gaze warm and full of affection.
She’d told him she couldn’t wait to see the pictures, so he’d quietly asked the studio to hurry. No one dared delay; they worked overtime to get everything ready ahead of schedule.
The package included a thick album, plus several large prints, each beautifully framed to Anastasia’s specifications.
Bubbling with excitement, she turned to Harrison. “Let’s hang them up together!” He, naturally, agreed. “Sure.”
At her direction, they put a framed photo in the study, another in the bedroom, one in the living room, and even found a spot in the cozy upstairs sunroom. After thinking it over, Anastasia, in a fit of mad inspiration, insisted on hanging one in the dining room too.
By the time she was done after a full afternoon’s effort-wedding photos adorned nearly every room in Rosewood Manor.
Marcus came downstairs, only to be visually assaulted by the sudden abundance of wedding portraits.
“Holy-who did this? My eyes!” he blurted out.
Anastasia, who’d just been considering whether the living room was big enough for a second portrait, shot him a death glare.
“What did you say?!”
Her eyes blazed, and she looked ready to throttle him on the spot.
Marcus shivered and immediately backpedaled, “My bad! Clearly, I just don’t appreciate fine art!”
Anastasia huffed, then turned to Harrison and called, “Hubby, do you think another one would look good right here?”
Harrison smiled indulgently, not hesitating for a second. “Looks great.” Thıs text ıs hosted at.net
Anastasia beamed. “Then come help me put it up!”
He agreed with a soft chuckle and walked over, pausing as he passed Marcus to shoot him a cool glance. “No one’s stopping you from being quiet, you know.”
Marcus groaned inwardly. Since when did Harrison get this way? Marriage really did change a man.
Once the final portrait was hung, Anastasia stepped off the stool and admired their handiwork from every angle, her satisfaction written all over her face.
“Hubby, you’re so handsome!” she couldn’t help gushing.
The photographer’s skill was undeniable, but what mattered most was that Harrison really was
stunning sharp, brooding features, striking blue eyes, and that gentle, adoring gaze he saved just for her. Every time she caught him looking at her like that, her heart’skipped a beat.
Harrison’s lips curled into a faint smile at her lovestruck praise. He slid an arm around her waist, pulled her close, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. His voice was low and tender. “My Ana is beautiful too.”
Ever since he realized he’d fallen for her, he’d imagined a hundred times what she’d look like in a wedding
dress. But with his own future so uncertain, he’d never dared to dream of marriage let alone ask her for anything more than a simple certificate.