Maya's POV
The Holy of Chapel Conception had transformed into something magical that bright Sunday morning. Sunlight poured through the magnificent stained glass windows, painting rainbow patterns across the polished wooden pews where everyone we cherished most had assembled.
Leo felt perfect nestled against me, wearing the sacred Sterling family christening gown. The delicate white linen, hand-stitched with intricate embroidery, was the very same outfit Sebastian had worn decades ago. Those striking blue eyes, mirrors of his father's, gazed with wonder at the dancing candlelight and pristine white blooms decorating the altar.
"He's absolutely precious," my mother breathed beside me, her voice trembling with emotion. She kept fussing with Leo's tiny sleeves, determined that every detail would be perfect for this holy occasion.
