The morning sun spilled over the lush hills of Tuscany, where the Wolfe family had chosen to host the most anticipated wedding of the year, Ethan and Talia's. The private villa, surrounded by endless rows of vineyards and lavender fields, had been transformed into a vision of timeless romance.
Crystal chandeliers hung from ancient olive trees, white rose petals floated in the breeze, and violins played softly as preparations buzzed through the grounds.
Inside the bridal suite, it was a scene of elegance and chaos.
Luna adjusted her silky champagne-colored bridesmaid dress in front of the full-length mirror. The off-shoulder neckline framed her delicate collarbones, her hair pinned in soft waves, a diamond hairpiece sparkling above one ear.
"You look like you're getting married," Saige teased, fastening her own shoes.
Aria laughed from the corner, where Mia was helping her with her necklace. "She is Talia's daughter. The glow is genetic."
