The Lockhart estate had been bustling since the early morning, with preparations reaching a fever pitch as the wedding day dawned. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers and the sounds of busy hands putting the final touches on the decorations. The estate was adorned with elegance, with every detail meticulously arranged to reflect the significance of the occasion.
Ophelia stood in her room, gazing at her reflection in the mirror.
Her wedding gown was a masterpiece of ivory lace and delicate embroidery, designed to complement her graceful figure.
Despite the months of preparation and the excitement she felt about her engagement party in the in the prior months, a flutter of nervousness settled in her stomach.
The reality of the moment had finally arrived, and the magnitude of it was both thrilling and overwhelming.
As she adjusted a strand of her hair, there was a gentle knock on the door.
