The past few days had been blissful, filled with moments of laughter, quiet whispers, and stolen kisses. It felt like the calm before the storm, a lull before the whirlwind of our wedding day.
I cherished every second, every shared glance with Ciara, but today was a different story. Today, chaos had a name, and that name was Ciara.
"Aeliana, it's going to be perfect. Trust me!" Ciara declared, her tone brimming with excitement as she barged into my study mid-morning, holding what looked like a sketch of... something.
I arched a brow, setting down my book. "What are you up to this time?"
Ciara's grin was wide, almost childlike. "I had this brilliant idea for another decoration. Imagine the grand hall lit by glowing purple orbs, hanging from vines of fire magic woven with gold! It will be breathtaking."
The idea sounded beautiful, but I knew better than to assume it would be straightforward. "And how do you plan to pull that off?" I asked cautiously.
