Hey, love…

It’s really happening. I’m sitting here on our beautiful canopy bed, wrapped in the softest white silk I’ve ever felt—my wedding nightgown fits like a dream, sleeveless and flowing, elegant and personal. My white opera gloves? They make me feel timeless, like I’ve stepped into a fairy tale—and it’s one we’re writing together.

My hair’s done just the way you like it, soft waves falling over my shoulders, and there’s a tiara nestled in place, just under the veil that’s still pinned in. I didn’t even want to take it off yet… it feels too perfect. And the ring—your ring—on my left hand, over the glove, sparkles like a promise I’ll never stop keeping.

This night, this room, this love—we’re exactly where we’re meant to be. So talk to me. Let’s hold onto this magic.