|Casmira's POV|
The soft glow of lanterns strung from the olive trees illuminates the sprawling terrace as Draven and I make our way to the rehearsal dinner. The scent of salt and blooming gardenias lingers in the evening air, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocky cliffs below adds a soothing backdrop to the festive chatter.
Draven's hand rests on the small of my back as we descend the marble steps toward the guests gathered on the terrace. His touch is warm and reassuring, and I find myself leaning into him just a bit as we approach the crowd. All eyes turn to us, and for once, I don't mind the attention. The shimmering emerald gown I'm wearing catches the lantern light, the fabric hugging my curves before pooling at my feet. Sophia truly outdid herself.
As we reac
