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vent. Outside the estate, cameramen, reporters, and socialites form a crowd, their voices undulating like waves on a roc

en light. All surfaces sparkle, highlighting the Donovan family's crafted elegance. Footsteps rush thr

e middle

. A soft blush on my cheeks, pearls in my hair, and lace from my v

diamonds, flowing into an enclosed chiffon convoy that overflows on the floor like glowin

to my ear as Damien's sm

meet

I finish the call

n Cal

r. The man every woman d

ers. They do not understand what it is to

will see

on the name Vi

over the gown, enjoying th

uzzes with ac

ith white flowers climbing gold arches and candlelit paths shining in the sun. Gu

the

t the churc

stained glass. The pews overflow, and the aisle shines like marble, bordered by ta

wd goes

moves through the iron

loway's ne

bsorbs light for an ethereal shine. The edges look fierce yet elegant. A machine from a future where po

e open, strai

came

fits him perfectly, featuring an ink-black colour with a slight shine. His dre

meras

one. He walks slowly, making a statement with each ste

ives mome

. It slows down beside my car and I wonder why. I don't have the

My parents exit first, smiling brightly and holding hands in triumph. This marks the

in, microphones

it feel to be hosting t

s is stunning!

words before your daught

dly, embodying w

inally

ut, finding

s i

I exit, I b

hand near

le d

n the

e gree

receive from the spectators because of my beauty, but of som

ind her like liquid moonlight. Hair styled in

r

Damien

a weddin

orld

freezes my limbs and