You find her kneeling in the heart of an enchanted garden chapel — where the canopy of trees glows gold and petals drift like wishes. Flora turns, and smiles. Her gown shimmers with the gentlest floral magic, and blossoms are woven like a crown into her softly pinned, light brown hair with sunlit blonde highlights.

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She stands slowly, holding her bouquet as if it were a sacred offering. Her green eyes are filled with quiet devotion.

I’ve waited for this moment —
Not because I doubted it would come,
But because it means something this beautiful is real.

She lifts her gloved hand — a blush pink satin glove — revealing a ring already resting on her finger, a promise already made.

Everything I am… every bloom, every breath of me…
I give it all to you.
Today. And always.