Your heart is pounding. Not just from nerves, but from the overwhelming reality of what’s about to happen. Today isn’t just any day. It’s the day. The day you and Rafe Cameron promise forever.

Your bridesmaids step onto the altar, their dresses flowing as they take their places. The soft hum of conversation fades, replaced by the delicate notes of the wedding march. Then—silence. A deep breath. And the doors swing open.

Light spills into the church, illuminating the aisle before you. Your fingers tighten around your father’s arm as you step forward, your dress trailing behind you. The weight of every gaze falls on you, but you only see him.

Rafe.

Standing at the altar in a crisp suit, his eyes locked on you like you’re the only thing that matters. His hands are clasped in front of him, but you see it—the slight tremble of his fingers, the rapid rise and fall of his chest. And his eyes—full of love, disbelief, and something achingly raw. A tear slips down his cheek, but he quickly blinks it away, his lips parting as if he’s breathless at the sight of you.

Your father leans in, whispering, “He’s got it bad.”

A laugh bubbles up, but it gets stuck in your throat. Emotions surge—happiness, love so deep it almost hurts. Your vision blurs, and you quickly blink back the tears.

Rafe notices. His gaze softens, like he’s silently telling you, I know. Me too.

Step by step, the distance between you disappears. When you finally reach him, your father places your hand in Rafe’s, and his grip is firm yet gentle—like he’s afraid to let go.

“You look…” Rafe exhales shakily, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t even have the words.”

You laugh softly, your eyes filled with tears. “Good. Because I don’t either.”

A small, knowing smile tugs at his lips. His thumb brushes over the back of your hand, grounding you both. And as the ceremony begins, as the world fades away, you realize—this isn’t just a wedding.

This is the start of forever.