Fiona
We chose the botanical garden for the ceremony, the same quiet, sprawling space where Archie had first kissed me, where we'd sat together countless times since, slowly rebuilding everything that had once fallen apart. It felt right, having our wedding somewhere so deeply tied to the honest parts of our story, the parts built on real conversation and real vulnerability rather than disguise.
I stood in a small pavilion tucked among the rose bushes, my dress simple and elegant, nothing overly elaborate, exactly the kind of understated beauty I had always preferred, my hands trembling slightly with nervous excitement as I waited for the ceremony to begin.
My mother appeared beside me a few minutes before we were meant to walk out, her own dress a soft, dignified blue, her face glowing
