Tears of Joy and Excitement

The wedding dress was simple yet elegant, without excessive embellishments. The V-neck was adorned with eight white roses, each with a tiny diamond embedded in its center, refracting a dazzling and mesmerizing brilliance.

Her steps were graceful, light, and serene.

Ella looked stunning—absolutely breathtaking.

Around her, the crowd murmured in admiration. Among them, standing coldly in the distance, was Mason, uninvited but present nonetheless. He watched Ella take each step toward the chapel with a frosty expression.

This woman had once stirred his heart.

But now, all that remained was an icy indifference. Mason would never be moved by her again, though in the quiet of the night, memories of her still brought a twinge of regret.

Yet, if her happiness could be turned into pain, he would find joy in that.