Damian fastened a gold brooch to the lapel of his ivory tuxedo. Georgia approached him, her expression soft as she cupped his face. She gave his cheeks a firm, affectionate pat.
"Are you ready, my son?" she asked. "I know I have been pressuring you for this for a long time, but my only true wish is to see you happy alongside Eilika and Roman. When you stand at the altar and take her hands in yours, let your vows carry the full weight of your heart."
She leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead. "I am proud of you for choosing this, for giving Eilika the royal ceremony she deserves."
Damian offered a hum of acknowledgment just as the doors creaked open. Roman stepped into the room, looking radiant in a miniature white three-piece suit. He carried a woven basket with careful precision.
"Father," Roman said, lifting the basket toward him. "Mama sent this for you."
