Aleksander’s hands worked with precision, the soft hum of his voice filling the quiet room. He carefully secured the final hairpin into place, the floral pattern glinting faintly in the soft morning light. His wife, seated in front of him, tilted her head slightly at the sound, her lips curving into a small smile.

"How do I look?" she asked, her voice warm and teasing.

Aleksander stepped back, admiring his work. "Stunning," he replied, his tone gentle but firm, as though the word were an unshakable truth. "You always are, but today, my love, you could make the stars jealous."

She laughed, soft and melodious, reaching out a hand to find him. Aleksander immediately took it, guiding her fingers to rest against his chest. "You always say that," she murmured, though her cheeks flushed at the compliment.

"Because it’s always true," Aleksander replied, lowering himself to her level. His gaze softened as he studied her features, every detail committed to memory. She couldn’t see the care he poured into the delicate strokes of makeup or the elegance of the dress he had chosen for her, but that didn’t matter.

He took her hand again, pressing a kiss to her palm. "Shall we?"