Mirabella
The day of Dante and Selena’s wedding dawned warm and bright, as if the heavens themselves had decided to bless them. Sunlight spilled through the windows in golden streams, and the whole estate buzzed with the kind of excitement only a wedding could summon.
I stood by my window, already dressed in a flowing champagne-colored gown that clung to me like a second skin, delicate and elegant. I stared out at the courtyard, seeing the final touches being placed—the strings of flowers woven into every railing, the white chairs lined up in perfect rows, the reception area being given final touches..
A knock sounded at my door.
“Come in,” I called.
Selena’s head poked through first, a giddy grin on her face. She looked radiant, dressed in a lace and silk wedding gown that made her
