The sun dipped low over the horizon, bathing the grand estate of the Lancaster in hues of gold and soft pink. Flowers lined the garden arches, chandeliers hung from towering trees, and a carpet of white petals stretched down the aisle. It wasn't just a wedding, it was a declaration of healing, love, and the beginning of forever.
Three couples stood before the gathered crowd, radiant in their own way.
Rock and Vernice beamed as they held hands, tears already glistening in their eyes. Rock, fully recovered and stronger than ever, looked at Vernice like she was the miracle that saved him. Vernice, in a stunning champagne gown, smiled like she'd been waiting her whole life for this moment.
Beside them, Rain stood in a breathtaking ivory gown, her hair woven with delicate blossoms. She looked calm, regal, and deeply happy, as Alexander took her hand in his. His eyes never left hers, full of quiet devotion. His other hand rested protectively over the small swell of her belly.
