A month later—
The soft glow of golden lights bathed the hall, casting a warm haze over everything, making the space look elegant, refined, and perfectly balanced between grandeur and intimacy.
Pale ivory drapes flowed from the ceiling like smooth ribbons, tied delicately with blush pink roses.
Crystal lanterns lined the aisle —their warm flicker illuminating the petals scattered beneath.
It was already the day of Gianna's wedding, and even though Arwen was close to her due date, she had insisted on attending. No amount of Aiden's worry or Jason's suggestions could keep her away from celebrating her best friend's happiness.
She would not miss this day —not when Gianna had stood by her through everything.
Arwen placed her hand over her round belly, smiling softly. "Behave in there, little one, she murmured, letting her gaze trail up to look at Aiden, who was sitting just next to her. "Let Mama enjoy Aunt Anna's big day without giving your father a heart attack."
