Chapter 135
Recommended song: Ordinary by Alex Warren
Kai stood at the end of the aisle, his heart pounding so loudly in his chest he could barely hear the gentle notes of the piano or the strings of sound from the violin. His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, but he kept them steady. He wore a black tailored suit with a white rose brooch perched at the lapel.
The heavy doors opened, and for a moment, the world just... stopped.
There she stood—his bride. His Amelia. His butterfly.
He forgot how to breathe.
She stepped into view like something from a dream, the sunlight pouring through the stained-glass windows behind her, framing her figure like a painting. She was dressed in a white gown that made her ethereal—off-the-shoulder and sculpted around her in a way that was both soft and powerful, much like her. The puffed sleeves were dramatic, almost regal. Delicate patterns etched into the fabric of the dress shimmered subtly as she moved, like hidden constellations only he was allowed to see.
The skirt billowed around her, layers of tulle trailing behind like mist. In her hands was a bouquet of white roses. She walked slowly, each step unhurried, with Ray beside her. She didn’t just look like a bride, she looked like a promise he had never dared to believe could be his.
She was radiant, and breathtakingly real.
His throat tightened.
By the time she reached him, his hand was already outstretched, like muscle memory guiding him before thought could catch up. Her hand slipped into his, warm and trembling slightly, and he held it like it was the most fragile thing in the world. Ray, with a quiet smile, went to the side.
She looked up at him.