The morning was calm, almost impossibly perfect. The coastal air carried the faint smell of salt and seaweed, and the sun had risen with a pale, golden glow that touched every surface, from the sand to the white chairs lined up neatly for the ceremony. The small town was buzzing quietly with anticipation. Word had spread quickly, and everyone who had been part of Arielle’s new life... The children from her art studio, the families who had helped her settle, the neighbors who had grown fond of her, had gathered to witness the wedding.
Inside the small, charming chapel decorated with white flowers and light greenery, Arielle sat quietly in her dressing room. Her hands trembled just slightly, not from nerves, but from the magnitude of the moment. This wasn’t a wedding anyone could have predi
