Noah
The grand chandelier in the opulent mansion’s main hall cast a soft, golden glow over the room. Every detail had been meticulously arranged with care, from the rows of pristine white roses that lined the walls to the delicate candles flickering on each table. The air was full of the scent of fresh flowers and warm wax, creating an elegant but intimate atmosphere.
I stood at the base of the sweeping staircase, my heart racing in my chest as I took in the scene before me. This was exactly how I had imagined it would be. Yet, as I stood in my tailored suit, surrounded by friends and family, I could barely focus on the lavish decorations.
Lorenzo stood a few feet in front of me, holding the ceremonial book in his hands. My parents sat proudly in the first row of chairs, accompanied by
