Daisy
The world shimmered gold as I took the first step down the aisle.
My father’s arm was steady beneath my trembling hand, his scent, pine and faint cedar, anchoring me as everything else blurred into a haze of light and color. The morning sun streamed through the open dome, scattering over the polished marble aisle like liquid fire. Petals of white and blush pink lined my path, and the music, soft strings and gentle piano, rose like a sigh from heaven itself.
Ahead, waiting beneath the arch woven with silver lace and ivy, stood Enrique.
And just like that, the world fell silent.
His eyes found me instantly, warm brown, filled with something that could only be described as awe. For a heartbeat, I forgot to breathe. He looked like something carved from sunlight itself: white suit, c
