I can still feel the warmth of the room, though it was far grander than anything I’d ever imagined. The chandeliers sparkled above, casting a soft, golden glow over the marble floors and the walls lined with flowers; roses, lilies, and orchids, arranged so perfectly it felt like stepping into a dream. The ceiling stretched high, painted in soft pastels like the sky at dawn. It was a fairytale, the kind of wedding you hear about but never believe could be real. Yet here we were.

Even the royal family of Monaco was present, sitting in the front rows with an elegance that should’ve made me nervous. But none of that mattered. The opulence of the room, the guests, the music, they were all a blur. All I could focus on was her. She looked like something out of a dream. Her dress was delicate, shimmering with every movement, catching the light as she walked toward me. Her eyes locked on mine, and in that moment, nothing else existed. My heart was pounding, and I couldn’t believe that she was mine. Finally, after all these years, she was mine forever.

When the music started for our first dance, I gently pulled her into my arms. Her body fit perfectly against mine, and I held her close, my hand resting on the small of her back. Every step we took felt like it was in slow motion, like the world had decided to pause just for us. My fingers lightly grazed her skin, feeling the warmth of her through the thin fabric of her dress. Her eyes never left mine, and I found myself drowning in them. I couldn’t stop looking at her, couldn’t stop marveling at how beautiful she was, how perfect this moment felt.

“You’re my forever now”. I whispered and she gave me the biggest radiant smile that made my heart feel like it might burst. I leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple, my lips brushing her skin so gently, afraid I might break the spell. She was everything; her smile, her laughter, her presence. The world could’ve fallen away, and I wouldn’t have noticed. She’s all that mattered. She’s all that will ever matter.