Wedding (2)

Gael

Clara stepped into the sanctum, and everything else ceased to exist. She looked like she was woven from moonlight. Beautiful, elegant and mine.

Her dress was simple white silk, elegant, hugging every part of her body. The veil softened her features, but it couldn’t hide the strength in her posture or the quiet confidence in her steps. Her golden hair was braided with pearls. She looked radian