The morning sun poured through the open windows of the bridal suite, carrying the soft scent of lavender and jasmine into the room. Everything felt peaceful. Birds sang somewhere outside, and a gentle breeze stirred the white curtains. Lucy stood before the full-length mirror, smoothing the front of her wedding dress with slightly trembling hands. It was simple but beautiful. The soft ivory lace hugged her waist before flowing into a light A-line skirt that brushed the floor. There were no heavy jewels or dramatic details. It was elegant, comfortable, and exactly the kind of dress she had dreamed of wearing. For a long moment, she simply looked at her reflection. There were no shadows beneath her eyes, no forced smile, no fear hidden behind expensive makeup. Just peace. Margaret stood behind her with a gentle smile, carefully placing the delicate veil over her dark hair. She adjusted it one last time before resting both hands on her daughter's shoulders. "There," she said sof
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