By the time I arrived at the hotel, the rehearsal had already begun.
It had originally been scheduled for a smaller ballroom on the second floor.
But at some point, it had been moved to the grand hall reserved for the actual wedding.
Flowers, an archway, a red carpet, and glowing lights filled the space.
Every detail had been designed with painstaking care by me.
It was all lavishly arranged.
At first glance, I saw the two people standing beneath the floral arch.
Adrian wore a tailored black suit, standing tall and straight.
Beside him, Serena wore the pure white wedding dress.
The dress I had ordered three months ago, altered three times, and personally chosen the pearl flower for.
She stood there with a gentle smile, looking like a princess from a fairy tale.
My parents sat in
