The chapel fell silent as the soft notes of a piano filled the air. Sunlight streamed in through the tall arched windows, casting golden halos over the pews.
Guests turned as the doors opened, and there stood Emma—glowing, radiant, the very embodiment of grace and love.
Her veil shimmered with delicate pearls, and her white dress hugged her like a dream. But it was her smile, tender and full of emotion, that brought tears to many eyes.
At the altar, Alex stood frozen, his breath caught as he watched the woman he loved walk toward him, each step a promise, and each breath a vow.
When Emma reached him, he took her hands gently in his, brushing his thumbs across her knuckles like he still couldn't believe she was real.
Chris, his best man glanced toward where Claire was sitting with Margaret and Fiona since Ivy was Emma's maid of honor and mouthed, "This would be us soon," making her smile even though she barely made out what he had said.
