Celeste's POV:
The sun was bright on the day of the wedding.
I stood beneath the flower arch in my white wedding dress.
Vincent stood beside me, his features gentle. The light gray suit made him look especially clean and refined.
He looked down at me, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, then naturally reached out to smooth the veil that had been lifted by the wind.
There were not many guests. Only those closest to us had come.
My father sat in the front row. For once, he was not wearing a stern expression. His face still could not exactly be called gentle, but at least it no longer carried the cold distance that had once kept everyone away.
I looked at him from afar, and he gave me a small nod.
It was barely noticeable, but in that instant, my nose suddenly stung.
Just as th
