The music changed.
The gentle melody that had filled the lawn slowly faded into something softer, warmer, almost dreamlike.
Every conversation stopped.
Every eye turned toward the entrance of Pearl Villa.
And then she appeared.
Chloe stepped onto the aisle with her grandfather Louis beside her.
For a moment, the entire garden seemed to forget how to breathe.
She wore an elegant white wedding gown that flowed gracefully around her, the fabric catching the gentle afternoon light with every step. The long veil rested over her hair before falling softly behind her shoulders. A delicate arrangement of flowers rested in one hand, while the other was gently held by Louis.
She looked less like an ordinary bride and more like a princess who had stepped out of a forgotten kingdom.
Yet Chloe did not look at the guests.
She did not look at the decorations.
She did not look at the priest.
Her eyes searched only for one person.
Miles.
