Lyra POV
The morning of my wedding dawned with a clarity that felt like a gift from the universe, the sky a brilliant blue, streaked with wisps of clouds that glowed gold in the rising sun. The village was a symphony of anticipation, every corner adorned with wildflowers, their vibrant purples and whites swaying in the gentle breeze.
I stood in our bedroom, the mansion’s windows thrown open to let in the crisp autumn air, my heart racing with a joy so fierce it threatened to burst. Today, I would marry Jaxon, the man who’d rewritten my destiny, who’d chosen me over fate, over everything. This was the happiest day of my life, a moment I’d dreamed of but never dared believe would be mine—not with Darius, not with anyone, until Jaxon.
Clara bustled around me, her hands deft as she adjuste
