The morning sun painted golden patterns across our kitchen island as Piper spread out wedding magazines, her emerald eyes bright with excitement. Miss Marie sat at the counter, her crystals pulsing gently as she examined fabric swatches for the ceremony.
"Now child," she said, her amber eyes twinkling, "we need to talk about incorporating the old magic into your ceremony. This ain't just any wedding - this is a true mate union blessed by Selene herself."
"And don't forget about me!" Yue chimed in my mind. "I've got some ideas about the ceremony too."
"The witch sisters already started weaving protection spells into the garden," Piper added, flipping through a bridal magazine. "They say the old oaks are responding to the magic, creating like, a natural supernatural barrier."
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