The morning dawned soft and golden, as though the world itself was holding its breath.
I stood by the window of my childhood bedroom, watching the sunlight spill over the familiar rooftops of Evergreen. Everything looked the same, yet somehow, everything felt different.
The streets, the houses, the old trees, and even the distant sound of people beginning their day carried a special meaning.
Today wasn't just a wedding.
It was the moment every quiet promise, every sacrifice, and every chapter of our journey finally found its voice.
Today, I was marrying Victor.
Mom stood behind me, helping me into my dress. It was simple and elegant, soft in all the ways I had imagined. There was nothing extravagant about it, nothing that felt like it belonged to someone else.
It felt like me.
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