The morning arrived with clear skies and cool air. No television cameras were waiting outside. There were no reporters gathered behind security barriers. No luxury ballroom had been reserved. No celebrity guests filled the seats. Everything about the day reflected the life Lucien and Seraphina had chosen. Simple, honest, and peaceful.
The ceremony took place in the lakeside garden where Lucien had asked Seraphina to marry him. The old oak tree still stood beside the water, and the wooden bench remained exactly where it had always been. Small white flowers lined the stone pathway leading to a modest arch decorated with fresh greenery. Nothing felt extravagant; everything felt personal.
Daniel stood near the entrance, adjusting the collar of his suit for what seemed like the twentieth time.
Maya laughed as she watched him. "You have fixed that tie at least ten times."
Daniel looked at her. "I am nervous."
"You are not getting married," Maya said.
