As their wedding day approached, I also seemed to be a glowing candle amidst the dark. My gleam was gradually melting and fading. A candle that the affection of flame is extinguished and consumed by the opaque darkness. I was in pain with every passing second. I filled my sense with remorse, regrets, and shame that I shouldn't have felt.
I have seemingly seen happiness and excitement in their gazes and stares towards each other. Every moment of their dates as they put up with the plans of their upcoming wedding, from completing their necessary paperwork, wedding invitations, receptions, and food tasting to measuring their wedding dress and tuxedos. Ulysses is Mael's best man, while Ry is Giselle's maid of honor. Cassian has nothing to say about that as long as he joined in their entourage
