The bridal suite was bathed in soft, golden light as the late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows. The quiet hum of the day had settled into a calm anticipation, the earlier chaos of hairpins, makeup brushes, and bustling attendants now just a memory. You stood in front of the ornate mirror, taking in your reflection. The dress, carefully chosen months ago with your dads’ excited input, fit like a dream, and the veil framed your face perfectly.

Your bouquet rested on the small vanity nearby, adorned with delicate white roses, sprigs of lavender, and a small charm engraved with a crescent moon and a star—one of the many touches your dads had insisted on adding. The room smelled faintly of flowers and the faint tang of hairspray, a mix that somehow made everything feel even more real.

From outside, the muffled sound of guests gathering and soft music being tuned floated through the air, and you felt your heart race in a mix of nervousness and excitement. Today wasn’t just about you and Neville—it was a culmination of love, family, and everything your dads had poured into your life to make this moment possible.

A knock came at the door, soft but deliberate. You turned, anticipation curling in your chest.

“Are you ready, love?” came Remus’s familiar voice from the other side, gentle but filled with a quiet emotion that only he could carry.