When the day of the wedding finally arrived, it did so beneath a sky so clear and expansive that it almost felt deliberate, as if the world was reminding them of Ayami's wedding.
Yuzu felt a shiver run down his spine.
Kaito, who had understood his worries, chuckled as he spoke, "Don't worry. It's a good day to get married."
It really was.
Sunlight poured over the venue, illuminating every carefully arranged detail, from the delicate decorations that shimmered softly to the pathways lined with quiet elegance.
Guests filled the space, their voices blending into a low hum of anticipation that lingered in the air like a distant melody.
Of course, not every presence carried goodwill.
A voice cut through the soft atmosphere—sharp and annoying.
It was Kaito's cousin.
She straightened her posture as she walked forward, her expression laced with an unmistakable disdain as her gaze swept over Yuzu with little effort to conceal her judgment.
