[Leif's Pov—Wedding Day—Continuation]
The kiss… ended slowly.
Soft lips pulling away, foreheads still touching, breaths tangled, our rings still warm between our hands.
Applause erupted. Alina squealed. Nick wiped his eyes like a proud mother. Even the High Priest sniffled discreetly.
Everything was perfect.
Too perfect.
But before fate snapped its jaws around us…we lived the happiest minutes of our lives.
The ceremony flowed into celebration.
Tables appeared out of nowhere—covered in white silk and glittering with golden plates. Musicians played soft, romantic music. Guests laughed, clinked glasses, and congratulated us like we were the center of the world.
Someone handed Alvar a bottle of champagne.
He popped it open with one hand—effortless, smooth—sparkling bubbles burst into the air like it was raining celebration. People cheered.
Alvar's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as he poured the champagne into two crystal glasses.
