April, on the wedding day.
The soft hues of the spring sky dawned the morning of Calix and Leslie's wedding day, a blooming serenity, the perfect reflection of their love story.
Delicate rose petals in shades of red, white and pink enveloped the venue, their sweet fragrance mingling with the crisp spring breeze. The soft melody of a quartet resounded in the air.
Close family and friends gathered at the rose garden in the morning, milling around the area. Their conversations and laughter created a lively murmur as they admired the beauty of the garden.
"These roses are magnificent," commented one of Calix's distant aunts, brushing her hand against the soft pink bloom, "I heard the bride chose this venue."
Another one replied, imbued with laughter, "Hehe, Harper told me this garden is important for Calix and Charlene. Maybe, they had their first date here."
