the wedding

"Well," Danielle began, "the wedding is going to be at my family's vineyard. It's a beautiful place, with rolling hills and a gorgeous view of the valley. It's been in our family for generations, and it's the perfect place for a wedding. We'll have the ceremony in the garden, with the sun setting over the hills. It'll be like something out of a fairy tale."

Alexia nodded, trying to imagine it. It sounded like a dream, like something out of a storybook. She couldn't help but wonder what her own wedding would have been like, if she had ever had

As the wedding guests began to arrive, there was one notable absence: the groom. No one had seen David for hours, and Alexia was starting to get worried. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that something was very wrong.

Just as she was about to go look for him, she spotted him walking down the aisle. She let out a sigh of relief, but as he got closer, she saw that something was off. His face was pale, and there was a haunted look in his eyes. She tried to catch his eye, but he avoided her gaze. What was going on?

Elijah sat in the boardroom, his hands clenched into fists. He was trying to focus on the meeting, but his thoughts kept drifting to Alexia. He couldn't stop thinking about her, about what she was doing, about what she was thinking. He had to find a way to talk to her, to make things right.

But as the meeting dragged on, he realized that it was hopeless. He was stuck here, stuck in this endless cycle of work and meetings and deals. He had no time for anything else, and he couldn't see a way out. He felt like a prisoner, trapped in a life he didn't want