KATHERINE POV
*running with the wolves - Aurora*
I felt like I was walking into a fairytale.
Not the kind you read in dusty old books where castles are made of stone and princes wear tights, but the kind spun from moonlight and magic, alive in every breath I took.
The air was thick with fragrance — the sweet headiness of jasmine tangled with the powdery softness of wisteria, the crisp green bite of ivy, and that warm, honeyed undertone of dipladenia blooms. They draped over the wooden arches and wound around the aisle itself, a living tunnel of color and perfume. Every step I took released another wave of it, and I couldn’t help inhaling deeply, feeling a little intoxicated.
And then I looked toward the stage.
They were there.
All four of them, standing tall and impossibly handsome,
