Third person POV
The morning broke with a softness that seemed almost intentional, as though nature itself had decided to grant the day a blessing. The air carried the delicate scent of blooming gardenias from the vast gardens surrounding the wedding venue, their fragrance mingling with the crisp freshness of dawn.
At the far edge of the property, the grand hall stood in quiet anticipation. Its towering glass-paneled doors reflected the pale morning light, while the stone steps leading up to the entrance had been freshly washed, still damp with beads of water glistening under the rising sun. Rows of white lilies, roses, and wisteria adorned the path leading to the main entrance, forming a floral walkway so breathtaking it seemed to have been woven straight from a dream.
Inside, preparat
