Play this as loud as you can while reading this chapter. Grab some tissue and water, too.
[~Song Recommendation: Give You Love - Alex Warren~]
The sun had started its descent, casting a golden hue across the sea, turning the sky into a canvas of warm pastels—peach, lavender, and soft amber.
The beach had been transformed.
A buri carpet ran across the sand like a sacred path, laid out with precision and love. Along the sides were white ceramic vases filled with fresh flowers—roses, peonies, baby's breath—all in soft whites, pale yellows, and whispering pinks. The vases stood like silent witnesses to a moment that wasn't supposed to happen… and yet had to.
At the end of the aisle, under a wedding arbour wrapped in lush green leaves and blooming florals, stood Greg.
His tan-colored suit—boho in cut, relaxed but tailored—fit him like second skin. He didn't look like the man who had cried in someone's arms hours ago. No, now he looked like a groom.
