The grand cathedral stood like a sentinel against the blazing Sicilian sun, its ancient stone walls glowing gold as the bells rang out in celebration. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of roses and incense, a heady mix that made your head spin as you stood in the bridal suite, clutching your bouquet of white peonies.

Your heart raced as you glanced at your reflection in the antique mirror. The gown you wore was everything you had dreamed of—elegant, timeless, with lace that hugged your figure and a veil that cascaded like a waterfall of silk down your back. The veil, edged in intricate embroidery, framed your face like a halo. But today wasn’t just about a dress or flowers. Your sister, your mother, and Enzo's sister were with you.