Dream Wedding

When she was little, everyone thought her dreams were too big for someone so small. She would sit cross-legged on the floor of her bedroom, surrounded by pink storybooks and worn fairy tales, flipping pages filled with castles, crowns, and royal weddings. While other children dreamed of becoming doctors or teachers, she imagined chandeliers glowing above marble halls, silk gowns brushing polished floors, and a prince standing at the end of an aisle, waiting only for her. She never said it aloud—not seriously, at least. When asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, she smiled shyly and gave practical answers. But deep in her heart, the dream stayed untouched, glowing quietly like a secret promise. She believed in love the way some people believed in destiny. Her mother often found her gazing out the window at sunset, her chin resting on her palms. “What are you thinking about?” her mother would ask. “A future,” she would reply. As the years passed, reality crept in gently. Life became less about fairy tales and more about grades, expectations, and responsibility. Yet, the dream never left—it simply grew quieter, more mature, shaped by patience rather than fantasy. When she was accepted into an international school, it felt like a turning point. A new environment. New people. A world larger than the one she had known. She didn’t realize then that this decision would be the first step toward a destiny she once only imagined. She packed her bags without knowing that somewhere in that same school, fate was already waiting.