Chapter Forty-Five
The sky had been gray all morning, clouds heavy and low, threatening rain. But Elena didn't mind. In fact, she found a strange comfort in it, a cleansing, almost symbolic of the storm they had weathered together.
She stood in the small garden courtyard of the estate Adrian had chosen, a place that felt private, serene, and untouched by the judgmental eyes of the world.
Her wedding dress hung elegantly on her frame—a simple gown, white with delicate lace detailing around the shoulders and neckline. There were no extravagant embellishments, no ostentatious displays of wealth. This day wasn't about appearances; it was about truth, love, and choosing each other freely.
Her mother approached quietly, eyes glistening with tears. "Elena," she whispered, gently adjusting the veil, "you look… radiant. I can't believe this day is here."
