Summer's POV
The sacred grove was bathed in moonlight when I arrived with Elena at my side. She squeezed my hand reassuringly as we walked the path lined with flickering candles toward the ancient oak at the center of the clearing.
"Breathe," she whispered. "You look like you might pass out."
I forced air into my lungs, smoothing my hands down the ivory silk of my dress. "I'm just... overwhelmed. In the best way."
Elena adjusted the small wreath of white flowers in my hair. "You deserve this happiness, Summer. After everything you've been through—you both do."
The clearing opened before us, and my breath caught at the sight. Alexander stood waiting beneath the massive oak, powerful and commanding in his ceremonial black attire. Our daughters stood nearby—Aria practically v
