Vorian POV
Nerves twisted inside me, though I did my best to quiet them so Kavira wouldn’t feel the spillover. I had dressed early, unable to sit still, so I made my way down to the venue to look it over one last time.
The sight that greeted me at the entrance nearly stole my breath. It was perfect lush greenery framed by cascades of white flowers, the kind of natural elegance that always drew Kavira in. The setup was simple yet refined, and the soft morning air carried just enough coolness to promise comfort. Still, we had placed discreet air-conditioning fans around the space in case the heat decided to intrude.
The centerpieces were already arranged, untouched by wind, and for a fleeting moment I thought no day could ever be more fitting.
Pack members began arriving, filtering in by
