It was clear now that things between Raphael and Olivia were finished.

She belonged to someone else.

In the car, Olivia leaned against Dylan's shoulder, her nose red.

"Don't cry," Dylan whispered gently as he held her.

"I won't cry," she responded, though tears fell despite her words.

With Dylan, she had always felt free to be her true self. She spoke softly, trying to hold back her tears. Dylan didn't say anything.

Instead, he just took a tissue and gently pressed it against her nose, which made a small bubbling sound.

They both laughed at that.

Looking at her, Dylan's voice was hoarse with emotion. “I've been waiting for you for a long time. You've finally grown up."

She had indeed grown up, but she wasn't his before.

Now, she was in Dylan's arms, his at last.

The excitement in his heart was greater than he had anticipated, even more than Olivia had imagined. He leaned in and kissed her soft Lips.

Olivia murmured, "Don't you think this is a bit dirty?"

He nuzzled his nose against hers and whispered, "I don't mind at all. You smell wonderful."

A small smile played on Olivia's lips; clearly, she was somewhat pleased.

Instead of returning to the wedding venue, Dylan took her to a hotel.

He booked a suite with two bedrooms. While checking in, he called Cecilia to inform her that Olivia was feeling unwell and that he would look after her.

Even Cecilia, who was usually slow to catch on, understood that Olivia was now with Dylan.

Surprised, Cecilia turned to Edwin, who had overheard and gestured in response.

"Then please, take good care of Olivia. Thank you, Dylan," Cecilia said.