Chapter 180

~Frey~

The reception was more like a family gathering. The table, covered in white and gold cloth, was set in the ranch's garden; laughter, music, and the scent of wildflowers lingered in the air. The sun was already dipping low, staining the horizon with pastel colors. I had abandoned my wedding shoes beside my chair; my tired legs and feet preferred cheap flip-flops to the shoes Bianca bought fo