The sun was high in the Summer Court, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. The warm air was alive with the hum of magic, carrying the scent of blooming jasmine and citrus groves. Azriel walked beside you, his hand entwined with yours, his scarred fingers a steadying presence. His shadows were subdued, curling faintly around his broad shoulders, as if even they were basking in the Court’s warmth.

Ahead of you, tucked between two vibrant buildings, stood a small but elegant bridal shop. The white and gold exterior shimmered faintly under the sunlight, its window displaying gowns so intricate they seemed to belong in a storybook. The soft script on the door read “Summer’s Grace Bridal Atelier,” and the sight made your heart flutter.

Azriel stopped in front of the shop, turning to you with a soft smile that reached his hazel eyes. “I thought this would be perfect for you,” he said, his voice low and intimate, the faint rasp of it sending a familiar warmth through you. “Somewhere quiet, somewhere special… where you can take your time.”

He opened the door, the faint chime of a bell echoing as you stepped inside. The interior was just as stunning, with soft light filtering through the windows, casting golden hues over the rows of exquisite gowns. A faint scent of lavender and vanilla lingered in the air, adding to the tranquil atmosphere.

Azriel stood close, his wings carefully tucked as he took in the space. He glanced at you, his expression softening even more. “Take your time, love,” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet affection. “This moment is yours. I’ll be right here.”