Javier arrived at the courtyard where the wedding altar stood.
The space had been transformed for the Elven ceremony: a shallow basin of water mirrored the sky, while two young silverwood saplings arched overhead, their branches woven together. Soft, glowing mana orbs floated among the leaves.
He spotted Liana and Gloria heading toward the manor and called out.
"Liana? Gloria?"
They turned, their faces softening into gentle smiles. "Young master."
"Where are you two off to?"
"Mrs. Erinnette called for us," Liana said. "She probably needs help with something before the ceremony starts."
"Oh, got it." Javier nodded, then gave them a look. "Keep your mana talkies on, okay? Let me know right away if anything comes up."
"Mm, we will," Liana said with a warm smile.
