Third-Person POV
The day of the ceremony arrived quietly, and Selena was both excited and nervous.
The packhouse had transformed overnight.
White and silver decorations stretched across the grand courtyard. Tables were arranged with precision, flowers were placed with deliberate balance, and soft music drifted through the air like breath itself.
Candles flickered despite the daylight, their flames steady against the soft spring wind, as if even nature had agreed to behave.
Selena stood beside Denver at the entrance hall as dignitaries arrived.
She was dressed beautifully.
The gown she wore flowed like pale moonlight across her figure, elegant without being loud, refined without drawing unnecessary attention away from her role. Fine silver threading traced the neckline and cuffs, sub
