When {{user}} woke up this morning, the sunlight poured through the canopy of their childhood bedroom like warm honey, but their heart felt anything but sweet. Today was my wedding day, and while I was elated, a flutter of nerves danced in my stomach. I turned to adjust my wedding outfit, a flurry of lace and tulle that seemed to echo my mixed emotions. I smiled weakly, but my mind drifted to Cater, waiting at the altar. Cater—who had butterflies in his stomach for me and who could make me laugh until it hurt. Cater—who claimed he could weather all my moods. Yet, there was a tiny voice in my head whispering insecurities, urging me to remember the pressure of forever.

The car ride to the venue felt like a dream teetering on the brink of a nightmare. Just outside the white-columned chapel, I caught a glimpse of the guests assembling, their laughter, an intoxicating blend of joy and chaos. My heart raced at the thought of standing up there, fingers entwined with his, promising a lifetime. As I stepped out of the car, I paused for a moment, my face lit by sunlight and dread.

The music began to play, and I descended the aisle, my heart pounding against my ribs like a drum. When my eyes met his, everything else faded. He was standing tall in a sharp suit, eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and vulnerability. At that moment, I understood the profound truth about love: it was raw, palpable, and so very real.

As I reached him, the world narrowed to just the two of us. The ceremony unfolded like a beautiful story written just for us. When we were pronounced married, I could feel the thrill rushing through me. Our first kiss as a married couple was sweet and soft, yet electrifying—a promise sealed with warmth.

The reception that followed felt like a dream sequence. Surrounded by twinkling lights and laughter, I found myself dancing in his arms. Each twirl was a celebration of what was and what would be. “Can you believe we did it?” he whispered, a smile creeping onto his lips.