(Author’s POV)
Aurora stepped hesitantly into the expansive backyard of the Skylar mansion, her heels clicking softly against the stone pathway. The cool evening air brushed against her skin, yet it did little to calm the storm of nerves inside her. Her mother stood by her side, her hand lightly resting on Aurora’s arm in silent support. A moment later, her father appeared at her other side, his reassuring presence a small comfort amidst the overwhelming spectacle before her.
The backyard was elegant but understated, with soft lights hanging from the large oak trees and white floral arrangements. The aisle stretched before her, leading to a small stage at the center where the ceremony would take place. Despite the grandeur of the Skylar mansion, the decorations reflected the family’s agr
