Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 471

Watching the two of them leave, Anastasia couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. She turned to Harrison, eyes sparkling. “Honey, let’s get our wedding photos taken!”

Harrison’s hand, resting gently around her waist, paused. “Wedding photos?”

“Yes, yes!” Anastasia was bursting with enthusiasm, looking up at him hopefully. “We never had a proper wedding shoot, remember?”

Juliet had reminded her of it last time, though they’d been interrupted by other things. Still, Anastasia hadn’t forgotten—she’d been quietly researching ideas ever since, jotting down different themes and poses in her notebook. The only thing that held her back was finding the right photographer. She’d wanted to take a few more days to look, but seeing how restless Harrison was lately, she just couldn’t wait—she had to bring it up now.

“I always see those gorgeous wedding portraits hanging in people’s homes. Once ours are done, we’ll hang a few too,” she said, already planning aloud. “One in the bedroom, one in the study, and another in the living room. What do you think?”

Harrison had never been one for hanging photos; he preferred classic paintings or calligraphy on the walls. But now, he didn’t hesitate in the slightest. “Whatever you want, Ana.”

Anastasia beamed and shook his arm lightly. “So when should we do it? How about tomorrow?”

Harrison, as always, gave in to her every whim. “Sure. Tomorrow it is.”

She could barely contain her excitement—tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough! But then another worry crossed her mind. “But I haven’t found the right photographer yet…”

She’d spent days combing through portfolios online, but nothing had really caught her eye. Maybe she was being picky, but this was their wedding shoot—a lifelong keepsake! She wanted it to be perfect.

Seeing the way she pouted, her pretty brows drawn together in concern, Harrison allowed himself a small, loving smile. He mussed her hair gently. “Don’t worry. I’ll have someone find one.”

Anastasia’s face lit up in delight. “Make sure it’s quick, okay?”

Catching her impatience, Harrison chuckled. “Alright,” he said, kissing her softly, his gaze tender as ever.

And when Harrison promised speed, he meant it. By the next day, word came back—the photographer was found. Not just anyone, but a world-renowned artist, who’d just flown in from abroad at Mr. Harrison Lancaster’s personal request, landing in Fairhaven the very same night.

Anastasia wasted no time—she hurried off to see Mr. Lockwood and asked for the afternoon off.

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