A sleek, elegantly decorated car pulled up to the wedding venue, its tires crunching softly against the sandy path leading toward the aisle. As the driver stepped out to open the door, all eyes turned toward the vehicle, anticipation thick in the air.
Samuel stood at the altar, his breath hitching the moment he saw the car door open. His fingers curled slightly at his sides, his heart pounding against his chest. And then—she stepped out.
Zinnia emerged gracefully, her wedding dress flowing like liquid silk around her. The delicate lace detailing adorned the bodice, accentuating her slender frame, while the soft, ethereal fabric cascaded down in gentle waves, trailing behind her with each step.
A sheer veil, embroidered with floral patterns, draped over her shoulders, giving her an almost otherworldly glow as the sunlight kissed her skin. Her brown wavy hair was styled elegantly, with a few loose strands framing her radiant face.