His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191 – The Celebration

Cameras flashed as the official photographer called out instructions, arranging us with family and friends beneath a canopy of twinkling lights and climbing blooms. Liam kept sneaking kisses between shots, making the photographer groan and everyone else laugh. By the time the last picture was taken, my cheeks ached from smiling, but my heart had never been fuller.

Then came the moment: our grand entrance.

Liam’s hand found mine, and together we stepped forward, announced for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Black.

The cheers rolled over us, laughter, shouts, clapping, the kind of joy you could feel in your chest. Liam leaned down, stealing a quick kiss that made the crowd roar louder, and I couldn’t stop smiling if I tried.

Our first dance began with the slow rise of strings. The world shrank until it was only Liam and me, moving across the floor in a rhythm that felt as old as our story. He whispered, “My wife.” against my ear. I whispered back, “Always.” When the song ended, the applause felt like a heartbeat echoing our own.

The speeches followed. Henry lifted his glass, his gaze steady on me before it softened.

“Emily, I’ve watched you walk into this family with grace, strength, and love that never wavered. Today, I don’t feel like I’m gaining a daughter, I feel like I’m finally acknowledging the daughter l‘ ve had in my heart for a long time.

I’ve seen the way you care for Sophia, the way you bring laughter back into Liam’s life, and the way you stand tall even when the world tries to push you down. That’s the kind of love that builds a home, and I couldn’t be prouder to see you carry our name.

So here’s to you both. To a marriage built on the fire you’ve already proven, and the joy I know you’ll multiply. Emily, welcome, not as a guest, not as a bride, but as my daughter.”

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Tears welled instantly, blurring Henry’s face into a glow of gold and light. I pressed my bouquet tighter against my lap, willing myself not to cry too hard, but it was useless

I mouthed a soft thank you, my lips trembling, and Henry caught it, his answering nod full of quiet pride.

Jay stood next with his champagne glass, already grinning like he’d been waiting for his turn all

day.

“Well,” he started, drawing out the word just to get everyone’s attention, “I was going to say something profound… but then I remembered that’s not my brand.” Laughter rippled through the

tables.

He glanced at Liam and me, his grin softening just slightly. “All jokes aside, I’ve watched Liam be a lot of things- stubborn, impossible, bossy as hell, but I’ve never seen him look the way he does when he looks at Emily. And Emily, you… you turned all his sharp edges into something good. You gave him a reason to stop fighting everyone else and start fighting for something worth keeping.”

His eyes flicked toward me, mischief returning. “So, on behalf of the rest of us who had to deal with Liam before Emily… thank you for saving our sanity.” The crowd laughed again, glasses clinking.

Then his voice dipped warmer. “But seriously, you two built something real. That’s rare. Hold onto it.” He lifted his glass high. “To Liam and Emily, may your fights be short, your laughter endless, and may your kids inherit Emily’s patience and not Liam’s temper.”

The cheer that followed was loud and bright, and I couldn’t stop laughing through the fresh tears flowing down my checks.

Next came bouquet toss time. I gathered my flowers and turned around with exaggerated flair, my back to the crowd. Behind me, the bridesmaids jostled and elbowed for position, everyone except Sophia and Lisa, who casually stepped back with identical smug grins.

“Sophia, at least pretend to try!” Mason shouted from the sidelines, sending the whole crowd into laughter.

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I tossed. The bouquet soared high then landed in one of my college friend’s arms, and she squealed with delight. Sophia and Lisa clapped each other like conspirators who’d dodged a

bullet.

After the bouquet found its new owner amid laughter and cheers, the music softened. Before I knew it, my mother’s hands were in mine, guiding me to the center of the floor.

For one song. I danced with her, her cheek pressed against mine. “Your father would have been so proud,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I’m proud enough for us both.”

My tears dampened her shoulder, but I held her tighter, letting the moment root me in the joy of the day.

Then came the cake. Five tiers dressed in white fondant, edged with sheets of gold leaf that caught every light. The crowd began chanting as we picked up the knife together.

“Cut at the number of kids you want!” someone yelled.

The chant began. “One!” I leaned in, ready to cut, and Liam pulled his hand back with a smirk. Laughter erupted.

“Two!” I pressed the knife down, only for him to lift his hand again, shaking his head with a mischievous smile.

By “six,” it was his turn to grin at me, knife lowered as if daring me to argue. Gasps and laughter filled the air.

“Three,” I said firmly, smacking his hand. “Final offer.”

The crowd screamed and whistled as we sliced into the cake together, the sound bouncing off the night sky. Forks and plates followed, the sweetness shared among tables, laughter carrying over clinking glasses. Guests lingered over courses of seafood, rich pastas, and flame–grilled delicacies, conversations weaving into the music.

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