Today, Summer Ford seemed to be in a great mood. After receiving the flowers he handed over, the corners of her lips maintained a subtle lift.
In the vast church, there wasn't a third person present, only him and her.
Ethan Laurent headed straight to the altar upon entering.
Summer Ford was wearing the dress they had just chosen together at the bridal shop, crowned with a casually made floral wreath he'd crafted. There were no extra embellishments, yet it was still breathtaking.
She looked like a sprite stepping out from a field of flowers, beautiful and graceful.
There were no guests, not even a wedding march, just the church, the altar, and the red carpet.
Summer Ford slowly moved towards him along the red carpet, her luminous eyes seemingly shimmering.
Ethan Laurent quietly watched her as she approached closer, the corners of his lips gently curved.
When she was almost near, he reached out and took her wrist, drawing her to his side.
