As the wedding march played, Ethan stood at the end of the red carpet, watching Serena approach in her white gown.
However, his vision blurred as memories of his wedding to Cecilia surfaced. Back then, Cecilia had worn a simple satin wedding dress, clutching a bouquet of white roses, her steps hesitant as she walked toward him. Yet her eyes never left his, her smile bright as starlight.
He remembered her whispering when she reached him, "Ethan, I'll be in your care from now on." Her sweet, tender voice made him squeeze her hand tighter.
Serena stopped beside him. "Ethan, do I look beautiful today?"
Ethan snapped out of his reverie, managing a faint smile but remaining silent.
A vague sense of emptiness washed over him, as though something were missing.
After the ceremony, only Ethan
