Chapter 11

Author's POV

The soft strains of a string quartet filled the air as guests settled into their seats, anticipation palpable. The sun filtered through the tall stained-glass windows of the old church, casting colorful patterns on the polished floor.

As the music shifted to a delicate waltz, the heavy wooden doors creaked open. All eyes turned toward the entrance, where a hush fell over the crowd. The bride stood poised, radiant in her breathtaking wedding gown that shimmered with every step. Her veil, intricately embroidered, cascaded down her back like a gentle waterfall.

The bridesmaids Abigail and Shelley , in soft pastels, walked gracefully down the aisle, followed by the flower girl, scattering petals with innocent delight.

Isabella took a deep breath, the scent of roses and fresh pine mingling in the air. Sebestian stood beside her, a proud smile on his face, as they began their slow walk down the aisle. Each step echoed with significance, memories of a lifetime leadin