Chapter 59:

The full moon casts a soft, ethereal glow over the garden, illuminating the golden and burgundy decorations that shimmer like liquid fire under the night sky. 

The scent of fresh roses and honeysuckle fills the air, blending with the crisp autumn breeze that carries the distant howl of wolves. Everything is perfect.

Cassidy wasn't exaggerating when she said this would be the most breathtaking ceremony of the year.

And she wasn't exaggerating when she said she would be the most stunning bride.

She stands at the center of the ceremony, wrapped in gold like a goddess, the delicate embroidery of her dress catching the moonlight. 

Her light curls cascade down her back, pinned in intricate waves with tiny burgundy pins shaped like leaves. 

Ethan stands beside her, his eyes devouring her as if she's the only thing that matters in the world.

And I know, without a doubt, that she is.