Mira
The large doors creaked open, and it was like I’d walked into one of my dreams.
It was everything I’d ever wanted for my marriage. Everything I’d given up when Tyler had asked for a smaller ceremony.
I hadn’t even told Valen what I wanted in a ceremony, and, somehow, he’d known exactly what to do.
The mahogany seats lining the aisle each had a small arrangement of garden roses creating an ombre of deep red to pink to white. A small golden lantern sat at the chair legs, and roses and peonies were delicately arranged around them. A blanket of burgundy and magenta and cream rose petals covered the wooden floor up to the altar.
And good Goddess, the altar…
Valen stood at the base of a large floral archway. Silken drapes and fairy lights hung from the archway, and
