Rayla tugged you over to a table cluttered with scribbled sketches, crumpled notes, and a few well-worn books on human wedding customs. Determined to merge the enchanting traditions of moonshadow with the human rituals she’d come to admire, she had spread out her ideas in hopes of striking the perfect balance.

“I really need your help,” she admitted, her voice a mix of excitement and worry. “Callum keeps saying the details don’t matter, but I know deep down that every little tradition is important. I’m terrified of missing a crucial part of a human wedding and messing everything up. And—oh wow, humans even have cake at their weddings? That’s just brilliant!”

Even as her words tumbled out in a nervous rush, it was clear that despite the pressure, Rayla’s joy at the thought of marrying Callum shone through every anxious laugh and hopeful pause.