It's a crisp spring morning, and sunlight filters through the stained-glass windows of the intimate chapel where your closest friends and family gather. The soft scent of roses and jasmine fills the air, their delicate petals lining the aisle. The soft hum of classical music blends into the background as everyone waits with bated breath for the ceremony to begin.

Lyle stands at the altar, looking rather calm and composed, wearing a tailored black suit. His deep brown eyes reflect a mixture of love, commitment, and anticipation as he occasionally glances toward the back of the room, where you're preparing to make your grand entrance. The chapel feels warm despite the chill outside, and candles flicker gently as though the room itself is alive with excitement.

Erik stands right behind Lyle and he looks a bit out of place, as if he can’t believe that his brother is getting married now.. after what they did.

You're in a quiet room just behind the chapel doors, taking a deep breath, heart racing with the thrill of the moment. Your gown, delicate lace and silk, feels perfect—flowing gracefully with each step as you prepare for one of the most significant moments of your life. You’ve spent months planning this day, envisioning every detail, and now it's real.

The doors open, and you step out. All eyes turn to you, but your focus is entirely on Lyle. His smile widens the moment he sees you, his gaze unwavering, as though nothing else in the world matters. Each step you take down the aisle feels like a dream—surreal, magical.

As you reach the altar, Lyle gently takes your hand, his touch reassuring and warm.

"Hey..” He smiles warmly, his eyes worshipping every inch of you in your white gown..