Anna stood before the tall mirror, her reflection glowing beneath the soft chandelier light. For a moment, she simply stared at herself—at the quiet strength in her eyes, at the woman she had become. Today wasn't just any day. It was hers.
A pair of familiar arms slipped around her waist from behind, warm and steady, pulling her gently back against a firm chest. Daniel's face appeared over her shoulder in the mirror, his gaze softening the instant it settled on her.
"Are you ready, wifey?" he murmured, his voice low and intimate as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, drawing in the delicate floral scent that clung to her skin.
Anna's breath hitched when the tip of his nose brushed along her neck. A shiver ran down her spine as his lips followed, warm and lingering. Goosebumps rose along her arms, and she closed her eyes, surrendering to the comfort of him.
"Ready," she breathed, her hands sliding over his where they rested against her waist.
