The morning sun cast a warm glow over New Haven, bathing the community in a golden light that felt almost surreal. There was a palpable sense of excitement in the air as everyone bustled about, preparing for the first wedding since the world had changed. Thomas and Danielle were getting married, and their union felt like a beacon of hope in a world that had seen so much darkness.
George stood at the construction site on the Southeast side of the mountain, overseeing the work being done on the gazebo that would soon host the ceremony. The wood for the structure had been carefully salvaged from the nearby forest, and under Thomas's skilled direction, it was taking shape quickly. The gazebo, with its large archway and open sides, would be the perfect spot for the wedding.
