Harper’s POV
The reception
The moment the doors to the reception hall opened, I felt a surge of excitement that made me practically vibrate with anticipation. This was it—the night we’d all been waiting for. Ariana and Zack, married at last, are stepping into a world of celebration, laughter, and absolute chaos. And I had the best seat in the house: front row, unofficial photographer, emotional support, and general mischief-maker extraordinaire.
The hall was a dazzling sight. Chandeliers sparkled like captured stars, tables were draped in ivory and gold, and every centerpiece glittered under the soft glow of the lights. The scent of fresh roses mixed with fine perfume, and laughter filled every corner. I couldn’t stop myself from spinning around once, snapping a few photos, whispering,
