At the altar, Lucas stood with his eyes fixed on the chapel doors. His own heart was racing, and he could feel his nervousness coursing through him. He had been looking forward to this moment and now that it was here, it felt almost surreal.
As the doors opened, Lucas caught his first glimpse of Lina. She was breathtaking, her dress flowing gracefully around her, her veil cascading like a waterfall. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he felt like time had stopped.
Lucas's palms were sweaty, and he wiped them discreetly on his trousers. His mouth was dry, and he swallowed hard trying to steady his emotions. He watched as Lina took her first step down the aisle, her father and Anastasia by her side. Each step she took brought her closer to him, and with each step, his love
