Anastasia's pov
The vast garden of Marcus's mansion is filled with red wildflowers, with a beautiful arch of white wildflowers above the altar where he and Raven stand, ready to exchange their wedding vows. The sight is almost ethereal, with the flowers forming an enchanting backdrop that seems straight out of a fairy tale.
I adjust myself better in my chair to witness the exchange of vows between Marcus and Raven. My sister is stunning in a puffed white dress, decorated with gemstones that shine like fallen stars all over the train of the dress. The top is a sweetheart neckline that hugs her figure impeccably. The veil is delicately adorned in her voluminous black hair, styled in an elaborate updo that evokes the image of a queen. Her beauty today is undeniable, a vision that captivates and challenges any animosity between us.