The hours blurred into mascara brushes, whispered reassurances, and laughter that cracked under the weight of nerves. Bridesmaids came and went, details clicking into place. Clara stood before the mirror in her gown, veil pinned delicately in her hair, and shivered at the reflection. Her mother dabbed at her eyes. Stephanie clapped her hands.
For a moment, Clara let herself believe in the fairy tale. Guests filled the garden, voices murmuring as they settled. Roses perfumed the air, candles flickered in glass holders, citrus blossoms floated on the breeze. Liam stood at the altar with his groomsmen, adjusting his cufflinks. His smile held steady, but his jaw remained tight, his eyes shadowed.