Tied by fate, tested by time, this love refuses to break.

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Lily’s POV

The quiet rustle of the garden leaves brushed softly against the late afternoon breeze as my father’s warm hand found mine. His voice was a whisper, a thread of comfort in the whirlwind of my thoughts.

“Are you ready?"

I swallowed hard, trying to steady the tremor in my chest, then nodded, with a smile. “Yes.”

On cue music filled the air, a tender, melody that drifted through the air, garden. My heart hammered, both heavy and light, as we stepped forward together.

This was my wedding day. My dream wedding. And yet, it was more...