-Caspian Grayson:
Ryland's black car disappeared past the estate gates beneath the floating lanterns lining the road, leaving behind fading laughter, music, and the strange emptiness that always followed the end of big celebrations.
Slowly, the wedding began dissolving around us.
Guests started saying their goodbyes one by one beneath the glowing lights still hanging through the forest clearing. Formal conversations softened into tired smiles and hugs. Workers quietly started clearing tables in the background while music lowered enough to blend almost entirely into the night air.
The reception looked different now.
Messier.
Real again.
Half-empty champagne and wine glasses remained abandoned on tables covered in black fabric and candlelight. White flower petals were scattered across the dance floor from hours of movement and dancing. The floating lanterns still glowed warmly overhead, but now the atmosphere felt calmer without hundreds of voices filling the space.
