The sound of waves crashing filled the background as Bianca stood on the balcony, holding a cup of coffee in her hands. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to drink it. Her stomach was already in knots.
This was it. Her wedding day.
Adrian stepped out beside her, also holding a cup. He didn't say anything at first. Neither did she. It was still early, and the team was probably setting up at the venue.
Bianca finally spoke. "I still can't believe this is really happening."
Adrian let out a quiet breath. "Yeah. Same."
She turned slightly to look at him. "I mean, yesterday we were in New York. Now we're in Bali. About to get married."
He nodded once. "If it weren't for my grandfather, we wouldn't even be here."
Bianca gave a small smile. "He wanted something more grand?"
Adrian looked at her. "He wanted a royal wedding. I told him no. This Bali plan was our middle ground."
Bianca looked away. "It's still pretty grand."
