I believed him.

Our wedding day was everything I had dreamed of—warm, elegant, and personal. Dylan’s hands shook slightly when we exchanged rings.

The scent of peonies filled the air. My father, Phillip, squeezed my hand tightly before walking me down the aisle.

I wore a custom-designed dress I’d spent six months perfecting—layers of ivory tulle, delicate embroidery, and pearl buttons that whispered as they fastened.

The venue featured a pool just beyond the garden terrace.