Eilika leaned forward as she retrieved the ring from the velvet-lined basket. Through the fine lace of her veil, she caught Roman's wide, expectant eyes. She pressed her fingers to her lips and blew him a soft, silent kiss, acknowledging his pride.
"Did I walk well?" Roman whispered, his face flushed with the thrill of his duty.
"Yes, you were perfect. Everyone was stunned," Eilika replied.
Damian reached out, gently lifting the ring from the cushion. His fingers brushed against hers for a fleeting second before he stood straight. His gaze remained fixed on her, thinking about the vows they were about to exchange.
Roman, satisfied that his task was complete, gave a quick wave before turning and sprinting toward Sylvian, who stood at the edge of the aisle ready to escort him to his seat.
Eilika watched her husband-to-be, then shifted her gaze to the ring now held in his hand. A small smile touched her lips, realizing it was happening for real.
