Elara’s POVSix months later. Paris. My wedding day.I wore the dress Julian had helped design. Simple lace, dotted with tiny pearls like morning dew.Before the ceremony, another anonymous package arrived.Inside was an original jewelry design by the Art Nouveau master, Alphonse Mucha. An alexandrite set. It was priceless.Alexandrite changes color in different light—"an emerald by day, a ruby by night"—a symbol of a dual life and eventual reconciliation.The card held a single line in his sharp, familiar script: For the woman you were always meant to be.I knew it was his final goodbye.I closed the box and put it aside. Then, I fastened the simple sunflower necklace Julian had carved for me.My true treasure. The kind that didn't need darkness to shine.In the church, I walked down the aisle on my mother's arm, toward Julian at the altar.When the priest asked if I would take him, I looked into his eyes, full of love, and said with absolute certainty, "I do."We exchanged rings and
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