Dane's POV____
The afternoon sun spills molten gold across the sea, turning every wave into a fragment of light. The salty breeze carries the fragrance of roses and orchids—white and blush pink, the very palette I once dreamed my wedding would have. Today, that dream breathes before my eyes.
Dane weds Daniel Hale.
Those words stand proudly on the arch of flowers, glimmering beneath the sunlight. I still can't believe they belong to me. The soft murmur of guests, the distant hum of violins, the faint whisper of the ocean—everything feels too beautiful, too unreal.
I stand on the white aisle, my suit perfectly fitted, a bouquet of pink lilies trembling slightly in my hands. My heart beats so hard I can feel its rhythm echo through the air. And then, my gaze finds him.
Daniel.
