The Silver Moon Pack House had never looked more beautiful. White flowers cascaded from every surface, crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, and soft instrumental music floated through the grand hall. I stood near the front row, my heart swelling with joy as I watched my mother—radiant in her ivory gown—approach the altar where Gamma Alistair Croft waited with barely contained happiness.
Her face glowed beneath her delicate veil. After years of loneliness, my mother had finally found love again. The memory of my father would always live in our hearts, but today marked a new beginning. A fresh chapter.
"She looks amazing," Seraphina whispered from beside me, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.
I could only nod, afraid that if I spoke, I'd burst into tears. Mom caught my eye as she passed, giving me a small, meaningful smile that said everything words couldn't. I returned it, blinking rapidly to hold back the wetness gathering in my eyes.
