Storm
The day had finally arrived, and the church was a vision of rust and beige, the colors we had chosen to reflect the intimate and aesthetic feel we wanted for our wedding. The air buzzed with anticipation as family, friends, and guests filled the pews, their conversations a soft murmur under the soaring ceilings. My heart raced as I stood at the front of the church, surrounded by my best men—Elijah, my best man, and groomsmen Theo, Ryan, Dylan, and Taylor Clarke. Each one of them had been an integral part of my life, and seeing them there, standing by my side, filled me with a deep sense of gratitude and love.
My father, Sky, stood close by, a reassuring presence. He gave me a firm nod, his eyes filled with pride and encouragement. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as
