My sweet bunny.
And the dam broke within me. A single, hot tear escaped and traced a path through my cheek. Then another. I brought a trembling hand to my mouth, the bouquet of peonies crushed gently against my chest. The scent, once a comfort, now felt like the very essence of this overwhelming, beautiful moment.
For a moment, I thought it couldn't possibly get grander.
And then the air shifted.
Bubbles and butterflies rose from the glowing heart of the pool, a silent, shimmering explosion. Thousands of iridescent bubbles drifted upwards, catching the candlelight and the glimmer of the fairy lights, each one a tiny, floating jewel. And among them, a living kaleidoscope of butterflies, their wings painted in blush and ivory, fluttered into the cool night air. They danced in the surreal space between the water and the stars, a breathtaking, impossible spectacle.
