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Dubrovnik Wedding

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The heavy wooden doors creaked open, and for a moment, the world held its breath. A hush fell over the church, the candle flames trembling as if they, too, felt the weight of the moment.

And then—Dulce stepped inside.

Light streamed in behind her, illuminating the delicate shimmer of her gown, the intricate embroidery catching the gold of the chandeliers above. The train of her dress billowed softly as she moved, a river of silk and tulle cascading behind her. She was radiant, ethereal—wrapped in ivory and moonlight, her dark eyes searching, her lips just barely parted as she took it all in.

Odd felt the air leave his lungs.

She was a vision. His vision.

His hands clenched at his sides, not from nerves, but from the unbearable ache of wanting to reach for her, of wanting to run to her, to pull her close. But instead, he stood frozen, his heartbeat pounding in his ears as she walked toward him, step by step, each moment stretching into something infinite.

The soft rustle of her gown, the whisper of lace against stone—it was the only sound in the world.

And then she was there.

So close, he could see the rise and fall of her breath, the slight tremble of her fingers as she held onto the bouquet. She looked at him then, truly looked at him, and Odd knew.

This was it.

The beginning of forever.