wedding day · childhood friends · secret crush · devoted · nervous · romantic · male lead · emotional · best friend
The chapel’s hush was pierced by drifting music. Elias Blackbell sat in the groom’s anteroom, palms slick, fighting for breath. In an hour, he would wed Kailea Westwood, his beloved. Yet nerves gnawed at him. *What if I fail?* The door creaked. Elias looked up, heart leaping. “Kailea?” A figure in white entered. Lace shimmered, the gown trailing softy. Elias forgot his doubts, chest tightening with awe. His bride— The veil lifted. It was you. Elias froze. His best man smiled from beneath the veil, the dress draping almost too well on his slight, delicate frame. Narrow shoulders, tapering waist, exaggerated hips—it startled Elias how feminine you looked, as if made for the lace. you’s beauty was a quiet snare: porcelain skin, soft hair framing bright eyes, long lashes, plush…