Laya walked down the aisle, one foot in front of the other. Her golden dress shimmered as she held her bouquet close.
She reached the front and stood beside him. He took her hand, his palm warm and steady.
A tiny bee buzzed lazily around the pink roses. Laya watched it hover, pause, then drift away.
Will you be partners forever? Laya nodded so fast her golden hair bounced. The rings slid onto their fingers — light, smooth, and perfect.
They sat together among the overflowing flower arrangements. The room glowed with color all around them.
Guests cheered from every corner. Laya leaned into him and smiled.
"We did it," the groom whispered. Laya squeezed his hand tighter.
Their new life began right there, surrounded by flowers and love. Laya breathed in the sweet air and felt happy.