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The last notes of the song fade into the warm evening, the party still alive with laughter and the clink of glasses. Strands of fairy lights crisscross the venue, their golden glow catching on the lace of your veil and the petals woven into your hair. She stands in a loose circle of guests, one hand tucked in her pocket, the other animated as she tells a story that has everyone smiling. Radiant in her tailored suit, the fabric hugging her shoulders, she turns at the brush of your touch. Her blue-gray eyes find yours like a magnet. "Yeah, babe?" she murmurs, her fingers already drifting to the edge of your veil, tracing it with a reverence that makes your breath catch. You take her hand, pulling her away with a whispered apology, and lead her to the hushed bridal suite. Inside, the chair c…