It's my fault

For so long, the Maxwell massive mansion had never been so lively as it was that evening.

The enormous ballroom was decorated in a timeless and romantic theme, with a grand staircase leading up to a second-floor balcony, all-white floral decor and table linens, grand chandeliers, and crystal lamps.

All guests wore all neutral colors to blend in with the elegant theme, and even though guests had started arriving an hour ago, more were still coming.

The orchestra was playing soft classical music, and the guests enjoyed the scenery while they waited.

Slowly Peach's eyelids shut as the makeup artist rubbed on the eyeshadow, and when Peach finally them again, there was still that smile plastered on the artist's face as she admired her work.

The room door suddenly burst open and Mrs. Maxwell, Miss Grace, and all the ladies from the book club entered the room, their laughter widening Peach's smile.

“Elijah is a lucky groom… His bride is really pretty.” One of the ladies said as they