A white carpet adorned the altar like a blanket of snow, and bouquets of white roses hung on its right and left sides, as if welcoming you to walk towards your prospective husband at the end of the altar.

The luxurious sides of your gown touched the wooden benches on your right and left, where your family and friends were seated. Everything looked beautiful in white, like a dream.

Like a dream, Skye murmured in his heart.

His hands clenched nervously as his back greeted you. And when you stopped behind him, tapping his shoulder gently, he turned around.

Skye smiled softly at you before biting his lower lip and lower his head. In tears.