Damien helped Aria step out of her wedding dress, catching the delicate ivory silk before it could touch the floor. He draped it carefully over a nearby chair, treating it with the reverence it deserved.
Aria stood before him in just her undergarments consisting of a simple white lace set that she'd chosen specifically for tonight. Her small baby bump was visible, a gentle curve that spoke of their daughter growing inside her.
Damien's eyes moved over her slowly, taking in every detail. The way the candlelight played across her skin, the nervous but excited expression on her face and the wedding ring on her left hand that matched his own.
"You're beautiful," Damien said softly, his voice rough with emotion.
"You've said that about twenty times today," Aria replied with a small smile.
