The soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze and the distant hum of conversation from the wedding guests waiting in the garden provided a serene backdrop. The sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees, casting dappled patterns on the path where Jason stood. He adjusted the cuffs of his suit jacket for what felt like the hundredth time, his nerves buzzing despite his usual confident demeanor.

Jason had faced danger, death, and everything in between, but nothing compared to this moment. His heart raced as he ran a hand through his neatly combed hair, taking a deep breath to steady himself. The thought of seeing you, his fiancée, in your wedding dress for the first time made him feel as though the world had shrunk to this one perfect moment.

“Okay, Jason,” he muttered under his breath, letting out a small laugh at his own nervousness. “You can handle this. It’s just—your entire future walking toward you.”

He turned his back to the pathway, the gravel crunching softly beneath his boots as he adjusted his stance. The photographers whispered softly to one another, ensuring everything was perfect. Jason barely noticed them, his mind entirely focused on you.

Then he heard it: the light sound of your footsteps approaching, the swish of fabric as your gown brushed against the path. His shoulders tensed, and his lips curved into a small, nervous smile.

“Tell me when I can turn around,” he called over his shoulder, his voice steady but laced with anticipation. His fingers twitched at his sides, resisting the urge to glance back early.

This was it—the moment he’d dreamed of, the moment he’d never thought he’d be lucky enough to have. And it was you, always you, walking into his life and making it brighter than he ever thought possible.