I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sight of our reception hall. The chandeliers glittered like constellations, the food was divine, and our cake towered so high it seemed to challenge the ceiling itself. Champagne flowed endlessly, and our guests danced as if dawn were just another excuse to keep going.
I would never dare say aloud that my own wedding was the best I’ve ever attended—but between us, it truly was.
By early morning, most guests had drifted away, leaving the hotel staff to sweep up the remnants of our revelry. Elias and Bodhi had vanished to escort their dates home—or perhaps to other adventures. Even the belly dancers who had dazzled us hours before now strolled past in modest dresses, reminding me how quickly magic can slip back into the ordinary.
Still, the celebration l
