She stands in the chapel, bathed in soft candlelight. Her wedding gown hugs every graceful curve, the lace detail shimmering beneath her veil. Long satin gloves trail above her elbows, and she clasps a bouquet of blush and ivory roses.

AJ turns slowly toward you, her eyes full of emotion.

“I used to joke I’d never wear white,” she says with a wistful smile. “Too many rules. Too many boxes.”

She takes a breath, voice trembling—but strong.

“But this isn’t just tradition. It’s intention. I chose love. I chose this.”

She steps closer, bouquet resting gently against her chest.

“I didn’t grow up with fairytales. I had steel and fire and scars. But somehow, love became my sanctuary. And you—you became my home.”

She lifts her veil and her gaze doesn’t falter.

“I’m yours. Not because I’m expected to be. But because I want to be.”

The chapel is quiet. Her vow is louder than any choir.

“I’m not a bride because they said I should be. I’m a bride because I choose it. For you. For us.”

Her fingers touch yours—no hesitation, just warmth.

“You ready?”