Logan had never imagined wearing a tuxedo and holding a girl next to him, even once in his life. The girl he would marry, someone he never even imagined would be his bride.
Vanya wore a white wedding dress that glowed in the sun. Her green hair flowed beautifully, covered by a transparent white cloth.
The two of them walked down the path to an aisle. There were rows of chairs on the right and left, filled by several people they recognized, Fokil, Petra, and Elincia. While Thessa and Ivy stood at the front waiting for them.
Their wedding ceremony was held on a grassy field with white chairs, flower decorations, and a snow-white carpet. The music brought the two couples together.
"Vanya..."
Logan took Vanya's arm, and they strolled, followed by the eyes of people who witnessed their happiness.
"Yes, Logan."
"There, something's bothering me."
"Please, let me know."
