With the Ceremony officially over, the guests return to the festive celebrations while Elijah and I enjoy the remainder of our night close beside each other's sides, joined at the hip as if we were attracted magnets. As the smouldering sky furthers its descent into darkness above us, the moon hangs in its centre like a natural disco ball while our jolly guests continue to dance into the early hours of the morn under the fairy-lit tent. With the atmosphere filled with sheer positivity, they continue to make the most of what's left of the party, commemorating tonight as they raise a toast in the name of the Shadow Pack's new Luna amidst the surplus of sparkling colours keeping the garden well-lit.
The sweet melodies of the band radiate across the grounds; consuming the chilled night's air
