The faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the hospital corridor. White walls, sterile air, and the soft hum of medical machines filled the space. Yet within one particular room, a fragile dream was being stitched together.

Leviana sat propped up against the pillows, her skin pale but her eyes glowing with a strange mix of weakness and joy. In her lap lay a sketch of a simple wedding dress. Adrian stood nearby, adjusting the blanket around her shoulders.

“Is this really what you want?” His voice was low, almost hesitant.

Leviana’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I don’t have the strength for anything grand, Adrian. Just… something small. Here....