The door creaked open, and Julian stepped in, looking every bit the triumphant groom. He ignored the drama, his eyes only for his wife.
"Can I steal my wife now?" Julian asked with a devastating smile. "The band is playing our song, and I'm tired of sharing you with the guests."
Amara smiled, the exhaustion of the day vanishing the moment she looked at him. She turned to Amira, squeezed her hand one last time, and let Julian lead her back toward the music.
The dance floor shimmered under a canopy of fairy lights, each tiny glow reflecting off polished floors and stolen glances. Music drifted softly through the air, but somehow… it all felt distant.
Because right there, in the middle of it all...Julian pulled her close. And just like that, the world faded.
No guests. No noise. No expectations. Just them.
They moved in a slow, effortless circle, like they'd done this a thousand times before, even though everything about tonight was new.
