Max had been meticulously planning the perfect wedding, and it had been taxing on him as hell.
He wanted the event to be special, and the ceremony itself to be very thoughtful as he hired professional wedding planners that cost a ridiculous fee of millions of gold coins to help him weave together elements of surprise, enchantment, and deep personal meaning into the wedding.
The setting he chose was nothing short of magical: the Mystic Glade. This wasn't just any forest clearing; it was a sanctuary where time seemed to stand still, bathed in the soft glow of luminescent moonflowers.
Floating will-o'-the-wisps danced in the air like fireflies caught in an eternal ballet, their lights reflected in the serene pond at the center of the clearing. Giant ancient trees with their gnarled branches seemed to stand as guardians of love, their leaves whispering secrets carried by the wind.
