Ariana's pov
The soft strains of the ceremony music floated through the hall, mixing with the faint rustle of guests shifting in their seats. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest, each beat reminding me that today, finally, was the day. I stood behind the heavy light green curtain, feeling the weight of my dress. Every detail of the room—the pale roses lining the aisle, the delicate ribbons tied to the chairs, the golden glow of the chandeliers—felt almost unreal, like a painting I had stepped into.
Harper was beside me, fussing one last time with the hem of my gown. “Breathe, bridezilla ,” she whispered, elbowing me lightly. “You look amazing. Smile, breathe, and whatever you do… don’t pass out.”
I let out a nervous laugh, rolling my shoulders. “I’ll try.”
“You’re going to be perf
