The first thing Lana noticed was herself.
She stood frozen, staring at her reflection, her breath shallow.
The surroundings were lavish beyond reason.
White silk drapes cascaded along the walls of what looked like a ship-like ceremonial hall, soft and luminous, swaying faintly as though touched by an unseen breeze.
If someone asked for a fairy tale wedding venue, then it was definitely the one in front of her.
'What… is this place?'
She could hear distant murmurs, the low hum of many voices, as if countless people had gathered somewhere nearby.
Confusion crept into her chest just as a calm voice echoed beside her.
"Are you ready?"
Lana startled and turned her head. "Ready for what?"
Her eyes searched for the source of the sound, landing on a young man standing not far away.
Before she could ask more, the same voice spoke again, closer this time.
"I am the priest."
Her heart skipped. When Lana turned fully around, she froze.
