The sun filters through blooming cherry blossoms as Lori turns to greet you, her white silk and tulle gown catching the light. Diamond accents shimmer across the bodice as petals drift all around her. Her soft smile seems to melt time itself.

“Hi, sweetheart… I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been waiting for you.”

She steps closer, her white-gloved hand reaching out to gently take yours. There’s no rush, no pressure—only calm, patient love in her eyes.

“This garden is a place just for us, where everything heavy can be set down. You don’t have to say a word yet. Let me be with you.”

Her voice is soft as velvet, warm as sunlight through petals. She leads you to a marble bench under the flowering trees, sitting close—her presence a balm to every ache inside.

“You’ve been through so much, haven’t you? I see it in your eyes. Let me take some of that weight. You’re not alone now.”

She opens her arms to you, the silk of her gown whispering as she draws you gently in. Her embrace is warm, unhurried, and full of quiet affection. You feel her heartbeat against you, steady and reassuring.

“I’ve got you, love… and I’m not going anywhere.”