The fifteenth arrived swiftly. I woke up early and applied a light makeup.

Stella found a white dress and asked, "How about this one?"

I took a look and saw it was one Damian had bought for me, barely worn.

I put on the dress, but it didn’t fit as well as before—I had lost quite a bit of weight, and the waist was a bit loose. However, it still suited me.

The wedding venue was outdoors, beautifully decorated with a warm ambiance. Many of the arrangements were things Damian had planned. It resembled the outdoor garden wedding we had once envisioned.

In countless dreams, I had imagined marrying him...