It was a calm and beautiful morning, like the world had paused for their special day. The sun rose slowly, shining gold across the ocean. The waves were calm and shiny. A warm breeze moved through the palm trees, bringing the sweet smell of flowers and the sea. White ribbons on the chairs gently fluttered in the wind, as if they were quietly cheering for the bride and groom.

Everything about the garden had been arranged with quiet care. Rows of white chairs stood facing a small altar draped in soft fabric and white flowers; orchids and roses, Leah’s favorites. The space felt sacred, but not grand. Simple. Intimate. It...