the wedding of the century

Several Months Later,

“Scovia, hurry up, or you will be late on your wedding day,” urged Kallen, adjusting the lace on her gown with trembling hands.

“Mommy, you look beautiful. I want to be a bride too,” chimed in Irie, her eyes wide with admiration.

“You need to grow up first to become a bride,” teased Liam, tousling his little sister’s hair with a smile.

Scovia took a deep breath, her heart racing with excitement and nerves. The day she had dreamt of since she was a little girl was finally here. “Congratulations, Sweetheart. You look beautiful,” her father whispered, his eyes shimmering with pride he walked her down the aisle,

The venue was adorned with flowers and twinkling lights, filled with the laughter and chatter of loved ones. Her parents beamed with pride, her grandaunt shed a tear of joy, her friends clapped and cheered. Aiden’s grandfather patted him on the back, his younger brother flashed a mischievous grin, and his friend winked in solidarity.