The morning sun filtered softly through the lace curtains of the small chapel, casting delicate patterns on the polished wooden floor. The air was crisp with the faint scent of fresh flowers and old wood, a mixture that somehow felt both timeless and full of new beginnings.

Daisy sat in the quiet of the bridal suite, her fingers nervously tracing the lace of her wedding dress. The gown was simple but elegant—soft ivory silk that fell gently over her figure, with delicate embroidery hugging the bodice like whispered promises. The veil was light, almost weightless, cascading over her shoulders and down her back.

Her breath was steady but shallow, the...