Elena
His fingers curled around my palms, and he pulled me to himself.
With his hands on my waist and mine locked on his neck, we moved to the music. The flowers parted as my dress swept the floor with each turn, and the candles illuminated every step we took.
"When did you plan all of this?" I whispered against his chest.
"It wasn't hard to put together." I could sense he was looking down at me as he kissed my head.
I lifted my head to meet his eyes.
"What?"
"You're beautiful," he whispered, kissing my forehead.
A blush crept up my cheeks at his words.
"Thank you."
"You don't need to. It's not just a compliment. It's a fact."
I was speechless at his words. "Now I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything." He pulled me back into his arms and hugged me as we cont
