The morning air felt electric, crisp and bright, as if the universe itself had conspired to make this day perfect. Today was not just any day—it was the day I became Lucian’s wife. My heart raced with a mixture of anticipation, joy, and a touch of nerves, but more than anything, it thrummed with certainty: this was the life I had chosen, the love I had fought for, the family I was building.
Lucian was already in the garden, adjusting the final details of the ceremony with meticulous care, his hands brushing over flowers and ribbons with the kind of focus I had come to admire. When our eyes met, he smiled that slow, reassuring smile that had become my anchor through everything.
“You look nervous,” he said softly as I approached, his voice low, steady, grounding.
“I am,” I admitted, brush
