Derek stood at the altar, the grand archway of the chapel towering above him, adorned with cascading white roses and ivy.
The soft, golden sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting a warm glow across the place.
His heart raced in anticipation, but not out of nerves—out of pure, unfiltered joy. He was about to marry the love of his life, Cora, the woman he had loved for what felt like an eternity.
His fingers toyed with the cuffs of his black tuxedo, a sharp and tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and muscled build.
The room was filled with murmurs and whispers, but Derek heard none of it. His attention was focused on the aisle before him, waiting for the moment when Cora would appear, the moment he had dreamed of for so long.
The soft strains of the piano began to play the bridal march, and the entire room hushed as they all anticipated the coming.
