The venue was something pulled straight out of a dream—an enchanted garden nestled in the heart of the city, draped in soft white florals, chandeliers hanging from trees, and a golden aisle lined with petals. The world had paused for this moment. Cameras flashed, but for once, the media remained quiet, overwhelmed by the sacredness of what was unfolding.
Serendipity played in the background as Leo and Isla, dressed like a prince and princess, walked proudly ahead as flower boy and girl, followed by a beaming Natalia who waddled gracefully, clutching her baby bump with pride.
Then—Ever appeared.
Wearing an ethereal gown that glistened with tiny stars embroidered across the veil, she walked slowly, her eyes locked only on Allesandro Wales, the man waiting at the end of the aisle with tears already in his eyes. His suit was sharp, but his heart was laid bare.
As she reached him, he gently lifted her veil and whispered, "You're my every breath."
The vows began.
