The Rebirth of the Phoenix

The guests stood in unison as Alora stepped onto the aisle, framed by the towering glass doors of the greenhouse. She was a vision beyond mortal comprehension. Her wedding gown, woven with the finest silk and embedded with luminous gemstones, shimmered under the chandelier's light, reflecting specks of radiance with every step she took. 

The embroidery, intricate and elegant, traced the patterns of phoenix feathers, a subtle nod to her origins. Her fiery red hair was styled in an elaborate updo, adorned with delicate golden vines, though a few loose tendrils framed her flawless face. She held a bouquet of pristine moonlit lilies and soft blue forget-me-nots, symbolizing eternal love and remembrance.

Arihan forgot to breathe.