_Amelie’s POV_The morning of the wedding came quietly, almost impossibly calm considering the storm of chaos that was usually our lives. The sunlight spilled gently into the room, highlighting the diamond on my hand, and I felt its weight—not just physical, but the promise it carried.I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers trembling slightly as I adjusted the delicate lace of the gown Liana had insisted would be perfect for me. I wasn’t used to being the center of attention, or the kind of vulnerability that came with standing in front of people and declaring love out loud. My stomach fluttered, partly with excitement, partly with nerves that refused to calm.Liana hovered nearby, gently tugging at a stray strand of hair. “Breathe, Amelie. Just breathe,” she murmured. “It’s just a few people. Nothing can go wrong.”Camille appeared on the other side of me, holding a tiny, embroidered handkerchief, her smile warm and steady. “You look stunning,” she whispered. “And Luca… he won’t
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