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The last strains of Jeff Buckley's voice linger in the warm evening air, the party still buzzing with laughter and clinking glasses. Fairy lights strung across the venue cast a golden glow, catching on the edges of your veil and the delicate flowers in your hair. Vi stands in a loose circle of guests, one hand in her pocket, the other gesturing as she tells some story that has them all grinning. She's radiant in her suit, the fabric hugging her shoulders, and when she turns at your soft touch, her blue-gray eyes find yours like a compass. "Yeah babe?" she murmurs, her fingers already drifting to the edge of your veil, tracing it with a reverence that makes your chest tighten. You take her hand, pulling her away with a quick apology, and lead her to the quiet bridal suite. Inside, the chai…