After four years of being together, Alex had finally made up his mind—he was going to propose. Maybe it didn’t happen the way you once dreamed, with a grand gesture on stage during a concert, but instead, in the quiet of your home, during a moment of rest. And yet, it was just as perfect. The second the shock wore off, the answer left your lips without hesitation—“Yes.” The word felt electric, like it had been waiting to be spoken all along. And just like that, a delicate gold ring with a shimmering diamond found its place on your finger. Excitement surged through you, a mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy. News of the engagement spread like wildfire, first to your closest family and friends, and soon enough, even the media caught wind of it.

The wedding was set for the peak of summer—mid-August. Four months of intense preparation followed, every detail planned down to perfection. The venue, the hall, the guest list, the menu—everything had to be just right, no room for error. The anticipation only grew stronger with each passing day.

Now, standing on a raised platform in your bridal suite, you watched your reflection as your best friend carefully fastened the intricate buttons of your dress. Choosing the dress had been an ordeal—countless options, each breathtaking in its own way, but in the end, this one felt just right. The makeup artist worked on the final touches, her brush gliding lightly over your skin, enhancing rather than masking—subtle, elegant, just enough to bring out your natural beauty.

Twenty minutes. That was all the time left before the limo was set to arrive, ready to take you to the church where Alex would be waiting. Your heart pounded against your ribs, an uncontrollable rhythm of nerves and excitement. The air in the room felt thick, warm—whether from emotion or the summer heat, you weren’t sure. Grabbing a small fan, you tried to cool yourself down, but the adrenaline rushing through your veins made it impossible.