SERAPHINA’S POV
The ceremony passed in a beautiful blur that I knew I would spend the rest of my life trying—and probably failing—to describe with complete justice.
One moment I stood at the end of the aisle with Ethan's reassuring arm linked through mine, his proud smile reminding me that no matter how much life had changed, he would always be my big brother; the next we were walking together toward Kieran beneath an arch woven with white and red roses, silver eucalyptus, and soft pink carnations.
Every face I loved seemed to melt into the background the instant my eyes found his.
He looked devastatingly handsome in a charcoal suit tailored so perfectly it seemed as though it had been made around him rather than for him, yet all I could truly see was the expression on his face.
Wonder.
Reverence.
Love so profound it softened every hard edge he'd ever carried.
By the time I reached him, his eyes were glassy, and I had to blink several times to clear my own blurry vision.
